Quotes About Farewell

I wish you didn't have to go home later, said Rachel, squeezing Kirsty's hand as they walked along. I love it when you come to stay.

Firing the sunset gun

El éxtasis del habitante metropolitano no consiste tanto en un romance a primera vista como en uno a "última vista", por así decirlo; se trata de un adiós definitivo, coincidente en los versos con el momento encantador.

At the entrance, a mailbox: last opportunity to make some sign to the world one is leaving.

But, as much as I will miss these lakes and fields of the Now, it's time to go. Time for another great adventure. Because if I stay here, there will surely be no more and I couldn't bear that.

And the sooner it's over, the sooner to sleep;And good-bye to the bar and its moaning.

come on, you" (last words from flight 128)

Goodbys always make my throat hurt... I need more hellos...

We all need someone to kiss us goodbye

Life is a series of hellos and goodbyes. This... is goodbye. But not out last hello.

You can't tell a dead man you're sorry.

Final words are hard to hear when you know for certain they are indeed final. And I knew for certain.

When he was finished, he left without so much as a word.

Little did Papa realize that morning that he was never to see us or hold us again, nor would he ever again harken to the meadowlarks of Yell County trilling a joyous anthem to spring.

Go, forget me - why should sorrow, O'er that brow a shadow fling? Go, forget me - and tomorrow, brightly smile and sweetly sing. Smile - though I shall not be near thee Sing - though I shall never hear thee.

I write your name for the last time in this mist, White breath on the windowpane, And watch it vanish. No, it stays there.

know, Will. I know. I wish it didn't have to be like this, but you know how it is. You're an Asian Man. Your story was great, while it lasted, but now it's done. I hope our paths cross again. Maybe somewhere else.

Arran's grey-blue eyes opened and they were clear and bright. He smiled at Maxie. 'I love you, Mum,' he said quietly and he died in Maxie's arms.

his native Russian, 'Do svidanja.' 'Do svidanja.

This night is my departing night, For here nae longer must I stay; There's neither friend nor foe of mine But wishes me away. What I have done through lack of wit, I never, never can recall: I hope ye're all my friends as yet. Good night, and joy be with you all. Armstrong's Good Night

Swakhammer bid Rector good-bye, telling him to stay out of trouble. Rector wondered why everyone always told him that, since it never did a bit of good. Maybe they were all just optimists. Up

Burn me," she said finally. "Turn me to ash." And so we did, though the ashes of her body were not what I'd expected. They weren't like ashes from a wood fire, silky and fine as sand. They were like pale pebbles mixed with a gritty gray gravel. Some chunks were so large I could see clearly that they'd once been bones.

At the Blarney Stone, an hour had passed since Stephen and Joseph first sat down. A lot had gone down in that time, the least of which was another pitcher of beer. Now they sat, staring dully at each other like a pair of frogs in formaldehyde, wondering how to wrap things up.

O, keen and bitter words of woe, Goodbye—Farewell—Adieu Which could I choose to send a throe, In thy kind heart so true?