Quotes About Farewell

Best to leave quietly, and no reunions. Move on, and look to the future. Plenty more faces out there.

Living in her University town felt like stayng on at a party that everyone else had left.

No.' She took my hand. 'Let's make a French exit.' 'What's a French exit?' 'It's when you leave without saying goodbye.' 'I've never heard that before.' A French exit; no thank you for having me, no I've had a lovely time. To just walk away, cool and aloof. I wondered if I could.

Bye, Em.' 'Bye, Dex.' 'Goodbye.' 'Goodbye. Goodbye

As I look across at the camera for the final time, I think back to Poirot's last words to Hastings on Friday. 'Cher ami,' I said softly, as he was leaving Poirot to rest. That phrase meant an enormous amount to me, which is why I repeated it after he had shut the door behind him. But my second 'cher ami' in that scene was for someone other than Hastings. It was for my dear, dear friend Poirot. I was saying goodbye to him as well, and I felt it with all my heart.

When Hercule Poirot died on that late November afternoon in 2012, a part of me died with him.

It was for my dear, dear friend Poirot. I was saying goodbye to him as well, and I felt it with all my heart.

One day, Lisa Capaldini, a young intern in the AIDS ward, was saying good-bye to a patient named Gordon with whom she had grown close. Gordon was about to be discharged, but he was blind and dying, and Capaldini knew that she would never see him again. While she hovered over his bed, the intern began to cry. "And I thought, 'That's okay, he won't know.' Then I realized that my tears were dropping on his face. And I thought, 'Busted.

Good-bye, Molly," I muttered. "Of all the dogs I've known in my life, I've never seen a better driver.

Would it not be the beautiful thing now If you were coming instead of going…

Bye-bye, Fuzzy. Bye-bye, Blinky. See you later, Egghead, and you, too, Froggie.

If you were a man, your ladyship, I would cordially horsewhip you for that remark. As you are not, I will simply bid you farewell and leave you to your fresh and obviously debilitating grief.' He said this last with a contemptuous glance at the Italian books piled on my desk and strode from the room.

I stared down into the opengrave and wished that I could summon a tear. Violent weeping would have been in exceedingly poor taste, but Miss Nell Harbottle had been my guardian for the whole of my life, and a tear of two would have been a nice gesture of respect

He's not coming back. Maybe I do know this after all. Goodbye. I say to him in my head. I say it tenderly. I try to tell him with that one word how sorry I am.

I can say infinite for you to stay, but sadly it only took one from you to break us away and us separate ways

I will not try to make you love me, to respect me or commit yourself to me. Bye.

We all come and go. This universe is staying here with endless joy of welcoming and an infinite sadness of farewell.

Moments of kindness and reconciliation are worth having, even if the parting has to come sooner or later.

Always treat others with kindness, for it may be their last memory of you.

Quizás la vida sea eso, un continuo desprenderse de los que uno quiere hasta enfrentarse a la muerte propia.

I have a piece of great and sad news to tell you: I am dead.

Patton would have said a warmer goodbye to his horse, The author writes on Eisenhower's cold dismissal of his wartime lover.

And Phoebe and Sebastian went their separate ways, to the blacksmith shop and the library, after several backward glances that weren't coordinated enough to allow either to know that the other one was looking.

Never part without loving words to think of during your absence. It may be that you will not meet again in this life.