Quotes About Farewell

She turned her face to touch her lips to his neck. "Make a memory with me, Hunter," she whispered huskily. "One more beautiful memory." Cinching an arm around her waist, Hunter stretched out with her on the fur. Never before had she initiated lovemaking. His hand trembled as he skimmed his palm down her spine. Make a memory with me, Hunter. As he dipped his head to kiss her, he wondered why it was that those words had a ring of farewell. One more beautiful memory.

I would ask one thing of you, tah-mah. Ride beside me one last time into battle. It will be our final memory of each other, yes?" Once again Hunter remembered looking into that white man's blue eyes. The battles shall stretch before him with no horizon. When would it ever end? But his brother had made this request of him. "I will ride with you," Hunter whispered. "One last time.

Well, I guess this is it." "For this little bit time." She looked up. "Hunter, you mustn't--" He leaned toward her and crossed her lips with a finger. "You can read my trail, eh? You can walk in my footsteps and come to me. I will leave you signs.

Good-bye, Hunter." Reluctantly he released her and watched her lead the horse down the hill. At the base of the slope she turned and looked back. Their gazes met and held. Then she turned toward home and broke into a trot, the horse trailing behind her. Hunter shook his head. Only a White Eyes would walk when she had a perfectly good horse to ride.

Are you sad? About saying good-bye tomorrow?" "No. You will ride in a great circle back to me. The Great Ones have spoken it." "In your song?" She sniffed. "That song has caused me enough grief." He tightened his arm and drew her closer, "Sleep, mah-tao-yo. This last time, at my side.

Are you sad? About saying good-bye tomorrow?" "No. You will ride in a great circle back to me. The Great Ones have spoken it." "In your song?" She sniffed. "That song has caused me enough grief.

in at night, seein' you out in the mornin', the memory of that'll last me.' 'Oh, Bertha.' He leant forward

In great ceremony they entered the prison. They were never to be seen again.

That's what happens to friends, eventually. They leave you. It's practically what they're for.

they leave when it's over, exeunt, pursued by a bear with an empty porridge bowl. If

now he sensed that she was saying goodbye to him

Journeying over many seas & through many countries I came dear brother to this pitiful leave-taking The last gestures by your graveside The futility of words over your quiet ashes. Life cleft us from each other Pointlessly depriving brother of brother Accept then, our parents' custom These offerings, this leave-taking Echoing forever, brother, through a brother's tears

salve atque vale

He asked Clancy to stay, and as he crossed the street,

I packed my stuff, left my cactus BILLY with the neighbors, and got a taxi to the bus station.

We never set eyes on Fatima or our dog or the city we had known ever again. Like a body prematurely buried, unmourned withpot coffin or ceremony, our hasty untidy exit from Jerusalem was no way to have said goodbye to our home, our country and all that we knew and loved.

In short, the post–Cold War order is unraveling, and while not perfect, it will be missed.

When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me;

Every ending is also a beginning. We'll meet again, I promise.

Things die, too, you know. And so, if they too have to die, well there it is, it is so much better to let them go

The worst thing,' Mena said, 'is to have to leave your hometown where everyone, even the stones, know who you are. It must be heartbreaking to leave them all behind and head off down the road. The bird that's most blessed has a home for his nest.

Goodbye cruel world.

i will miss you more than i can show you or tall you

The foot steps that were next to me have gone their separate ways.