Quotes About Farewell

Give us both peace. Burn me and bury me. I will wait for you among the shades.

They hurried back to their ship, strained at their oars, eager to vanish over the horizon. I watched until the moment they winked out, like a snuffed flame.

The sailors dropped to their knees. I would not be able to bear it, I thought. I would seize him, hold him to me. But I only embraced him a final time, pressing hard as if to set him into my skin. Then I watched him take his place among them, stand upon the prow, outlined against the sky. The light darted silver from the waves. I lifted my hand in blessing and gave my son to the world.

Her black eyes seem to contract, like dying stars. "I am glad that he is dead," she says. It is the last thing she will ever say to him.

Ma dernière pensée est pour Achille.

Best of men. Best of the Myrmidons." She places her fingers to my lips, stopping my objection. "It is truth," she says. "Let it stand, for once." Then she leads me to the side of her tent, helps me slip beneath the canvas. The last thing I feel is her hand, squeezing mine in farewell.

It was easy to stay with them long and late, until I heard the creaking of the chariot, and the distant banging of bronze, and returned to greet my Achilles.

prepare her for the next world. They wept as they did so, not because

There will be no going back. No undoing of what was laid out for them. The boy has gone and the husband will leave and she will stay and the pigs will need to be fed every day and time runs only one way. "Go, then," she says, turning from him, pushing him away, "if you are going. Return when you can.

Her mother may, this very moment, be calling her to that place from which people never return.

before she passes into that other realm, before she breathes her last.

And now she must give up this body, submit it to the earth, never to be seen again.

One thousand ways to say good-bye One thousands ways to cry One thousand ways to hang your hat before you go outside I say good-bye good-bye good-bye I shout it out so loud Cause the next time that I find my voice I might not remember how.

This is a love story. I never knew there were so many kinds of love or that love could make people do so many different things. I never knew there were so many different ways to say goodbye.

Please take your time. I want you to kill me slowly so I can write my last poem to my wife's heart. They laughed, and took from me only the words dedicated to my wife's heart.

Adiós," she added in Spanish, "I have no house only a shadow. But whenever you are in need of a shadow, my shadow is yours." "Thank you." "Sank you." "Not sank you, Señora Gregorio, thank you." "Sank you.

He pulls the hood over my head. I try to pull back. I'm not trying to run away. I just want to see her... One last time...

Que me da lástima porque me encariñé con los personajes. Y ahora se terminó, y es como si estuvieran muertos.

what an interesting study the world is when one is ready to leave it!

Giden bir erkek, asla geri dönmemelidir.

Partir n'est pas toujours un abandon, c'est aussi une façon de préserver ce qui a été vécu si l'on sait s'en aller avant qu'il ne soit trop tard.

It is seldom indeed that one parts on good terms, because if one were on good terms one would not part.

Then the concerts came to an end, the weather turned bad and my girls left Balbec, not all at once, as the swallows leave, but within the same week.

Go; for thy stay, not free, absents thee more.