Quotes About Farewell

He went to the window seat, picked up a harp, and ran his fingers lightly over its silvery strings. Sweet sadness filled the room as man and wife and babe faded like the morning mist, only the music lingering behind to speed her on her way.

We'll go back to the cave," he said. "You're not going to die, Ygritte. You're not." "Oh." Ygritte cupped his cheek with her hand. "You know nothing, Jon Snow," she sighed, dying.

point had been reached, the host, his business done, took his guests back to town in the automobile upon which he had not as yet paid a cent, dropping them

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

Good-bye. I am leaving because I am bored.

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.

It's been a long hard ride. See you on the other side

Goodnight! Goodnight! Parting is such sweet sorrow That I shall say goodnight 'til it be morrow.

Man's feelings are always purest and most glowing in the hour of meeting and of farewell.

There's a kind of release And a kind of torment in every goodbye for every man.

Oh has thou forgotten how soon we must sever? Oh hast thou forgotten this day we must part? It may be for years and it may be forever; Oh why art thou silent, thou voice of my heart?

Departure should be sudden.

The sweetest flower that blows, I give you as we part. For you it is a rose For me it is my heart.

Since our boss will be retiring soon, it's been suggested that we give him a little momentum.

If you are as happy, my dear sir, on entering this house as I am in leaving it and returning home, you are the happiest man in the country.

Good-bye, proud world! I'm going home; Thou are not my friend; I am not thine.

Trusting the Buddha, good and bad, I bid farewell To the departing year.

Ndarja Ne Stacion Ty dhe lokomotiven ju tronditi nje psheretime e fundit perpara: qielli verior gri si keta binare qe s'piqen gjekundi ashtu s'do te piqemi me kurre une e ti.

What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing?—it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-by. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies. —JACK KEROUAC, On the Road

Ja odlazim, ali moje oko ostaje.

And then the death will come. The great parting, but the least painful of all the goodbyes we ever knew. For in death, only one shall grieve. And so far we have always, at every parting, grieved together.

Gone, he kissed the air where she had stood.

If we don't make it, I love you and blah, blah, blah." He laughed, and shifted so his arm wrapped around her shoulders. "I'll say the same. It's been a hell of a ride so far.

Bright blessings on both of you, and safe travels wherever the path takes you.