Quotes About Farewell

that whenever the dissolution of the Union arrives, America will have reason to exclaim, in the words of the poet: "FAREWELL! A LONG FAREWELL TO ALL MY GREATNESS.

Luxurious lobster-nights, farewell,For sober, studious days!

Dear, damn'd, distracting town, farewell!Thy fools no more I'll tease:This year in peace, ye critics, dwell,Ye harlots, sleep at ease!

No, fly me, fly me, far as pole from pole; Rise Alps between us! and whole oceans roll! Ah, come not, write not, think not once of me, Nor share one pang of all I felt for thee. Thy oaths I quit, thy memory resign; Forget, renounce me, hate whate'er was mine. Fair eyes, and tempting looks (which yet I view!) Long lov'd, ador'd ideas, all adieu!

carved this for Gaius just days before he left," he said, his voice thick. He didn't add

The return makes one love the farewell.

Porte ta vie ailleurs, ô toi qui fus ma vie ; Verse ailleurs ce trésor que j'avais pour tout bien. Va chercher d'autres lieux, toi qui fus ma patrie, Va fleurir, ô soleil, ô ma belle chérie, Fais riche un autre amour et souviens-toi du mien.

You know how you wave your hands when you say good-bye? We want to get so big that people use the kitsune sign instead!

I don't get the romance of airports. Families crying while waving off a member destined for far -off shores to make a livelihood. The euphoric reuniting of couples as they run into each others arms at arrivals, while I am forced to watch on a reluctant interloper.

I love playing football, being out on the pitch with a ball, and I will be a little sad when that ends.

How do I imagine my last-ever game? Maybe I'll go out like Zidane, headbutting someone on the pitch!

I would have loved to have had a farewell match, and would have wanted the DFB to make that offer. But certain people did not plan that for me. I have to accept that.

The first song I learnt to play was Leaving on a Jet Plane.'

When I was younger, I didn't understand how a mother could put her son on a plane and just say, you know, 'Here you go, I'll see you later.' And she never followed, she never came.

The end of my playing career was May 28, 2017. That, for me, was an historic day. I'll carry it with me forever. It will be hard to explain to people the feelings and emotions I felt that day.

It will really break my heart when I say bye to 'Breakfast'... but I will be pleased to get my life back.

It's tough to leave one of the greatest clubs in the world.

I will miss the association with the players and coaches. It has been a great ride.

Watching talented colleagues walking away from the Cabinet table is never easy.

Partying is such sweet sorrow.

My last real race was at the Olympics in Sydney in 2000.

It's just hard that moving on sometimes means leaving people behind.

A girl's legs are her best friends... but even the best of friends must part.

Nothing hurts like a hostile farewell.