Quotes About Farewell

The last word of love is ... goodbye.

Kiss someone like it's the last one you give.

If we must part forever, Give me but one kind word to think uponand please myself with, while my heart's breaking.

How do you make love to someone when you know they'll be gone forever the next day? How do you spend the last few hours with someone when you know there will never beanything after that?

Which was just well: goodbyes had never been my strong suit anyway, and lately my life had felt like an unbroken series of them. Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.

Forgive me, my sons. I've been defeated by this despicable idiot. This is as far as I go.I leave everything to you.You have my gratitude. Farewell, my sons.

I watch her close the door and I think to myself, there goes my heart.

Don't say you're sorry I have to let you go ….Time will show Sadness will grow …..

A time when sky blue love bids farewell to the day and before dusk falls, the sunset ignites the smouldering embers of the moonlit soul...

I have to admit. Saying goodbye—leaving Bonnie. Was one of the hardest things I've ever done in my entire life. It actually hurt…

My mouth could say goodbye, but not with my heart

Don't you kids get any ideas about dragging a trailer into the backyard. after you graduate from high school, i don't want to see you again.

Good luck, Mr. Gorsky!

Dear World, I am leaving because I am bored. I feel I have lived long enough. I am leaving you with your worries in this sweet cesspool. Good luck.

I cannot improve on those spoken for many years by a true legend who preceded me at CBS News. He would say, simply, 'good night, and good luck.'

Best of luck in your future endeavors!

Farewell, good Salisbury, and good luck go with thee!

She's gone," he answered.

And soon they were rolling on again, leaving Treegap behind, and as they went, the tinkling little melody of a music box drifted out behind them and was lost at last far down the road.

Goodbye is the waving map of your palm, is a stone on my tongue.

and I love to watch how the day, tired as it is, lags away reluctantly, and hates to be called yesterday so soon.

I love you," he said. "Same here," she responded. "Now get lost.

Carl was just saying good-bye, Mom said. Really, I said. He must speak in tongues.

For those who will be gleaned, do we not, at the very least owe them a spectacular end