Quotes About Farewell

There is no pathos more bitter than that of parting from someone we have never met.

Someone asked me when is my birthday?The poet inside me replied, "My birthday is on the last day of the year, It's 31st December my dear!

Pard, we will meet again in the Happy Hunting Ground To part no more, Goodbye

You either kiss the future or the past goodbye.

Everything I've ever let go of has claw marks on it.

Good bye, proud world! I'm going home; Thou art not my friend, and I'm not thine

Good-byes breed a sort of distaste for whomever you say good-bye to; this hurts, you feel, this must not happen again.

My test of a good novel is dreading to begin the last chapter.

We part with tender relations stretching far behind us, that never can be exactly renewed, and with others dawning - yet before us.

Go on, get out! Last words are for fools who haven't said enough!

It was the last time I would ever do that.

The peculiar fascination which the South held over my imagination and my limited capital decided me in favor of Atlanta University so about the last of September I bade farewell to the friends and scenes of my boyhood and boarded a train for the South.

Throughout the ages, humans have had a need to mark the time and place when and where people make the final stop on their journey from this world to the next.

Abram's been working for me," she said, pulling free. She touched Sam's sleeve. "He's been building his own casket.

My heart was already cracked, but this one word, gone, was the stone that broke it.

As far as giving up Frank, we have only a few months more with him before he has to go to monkey college anyway." "That's probably where you'll end up going to school too.

Many hours later, Elise and Jamey go home, after dancing and fire juggling and ice queens, and they never see Frankie again. He was reunited with his tribe. Everything that was odd and ungainly about him became beautiful in the right crowd.

With my last breath, I'll exhale my love for you. I hope it's a cold day, so you can see what you meant to me.

Goodbyes, they often come in waves.

Off in the distance, the Ringer watched the Ford Tundra drive off into the night before it disappeared around a bend in the road. There were few lights

tried to give you a nice send-off, Mallory. I made my seafood salad. I hung up streamers. Ted and I even put together a severance package. A month's pay. We were going to surprise you with a check tomorrow morning.

Mañana en la batalla piensa en mí, desespera y muere.»

Then we leave together,' he whispered. Just that, nothing else. And for the first time since they met, Scythe cried.

And now, gentlemen, like your manners, I must leave you.