Quotes About Farewell

Is this how humanity waves good-bye?Hell no.

At the door to the helicopter, Gansey looked bad over his shoulder at them, his smile complicated when he saw them holding hands.

Forever, and forever, farewell, Cassius! If we do meet again, why, we shall smile; If not, why then this parting was well made.

One day we'll look back we'll smile and we'll laugh,but right now we just cry. Cuz it's so hard to say good-bye.

Love, Jamie P.S. I can't believe you're dying. Please don't die.

I salute you as the Gates of Death

When two people part it is the one who is not in love who makes the tender speeches.

There, did you think to kill me? There's no flesh or blood within this cloak to kill. There's only an idea. Ideas are bulletproof. Farewell.

Definitely looks like it," said Amber. "Thank you so much for your help." "Don't worry about it," the kid replied. "I'm assuming you'll take care of this?" He held up his bag of doughnuts so the teller could see it, and Amber smiled. "Sure thing, Walter. See you around." "Stay frosty," Walter said, and walked out.

It's not that I want you to go, it's just that I don't want you to stay.

Go through the gate. Let our love support you through your own self-judgment. Over you the dark shall have no power. Farewell—we release you into the Lady's waiting arms. . . .

The only real parting is when there is no love left to part from

He held up his suitcase. "I've never had much to leave behind," he said.

That's silly, it always happens at the last moment – it's so tiresome packing,' said Drogo purposely, as if he had not understood her undertone of feeling. It needed a word, a simple phrase to tell her that he was sorry she was leaving. But Drogo did not want to ask for anything – at that moment he was really not capable of it, he would have felt he was lying. So he said nothing and gave a vague smile.

Yes, quit the house and never darken the threshold of its doors again.

But death is intimacy walking backward. We are crazed with grief when she, who once permitted us, leaves to us the only recollection.

Later, when Marie was so sick and they both knew that their sunsets together were numbered, he would bundle her up in a coat and a blanket, a knit cap for her bare head, make her a cup of hot tea because she was always cold, and they would sit and watch the sunset, knowing it was their own as well. Now he sits and watches alone, although he still pours a glass of red wine for her, which he tosses over the deck into the bushes when he's ready to go inside. It's

Oh, Jatel, I am so used. Would you rid yourself of me?" the knight started to cry. Jatel slowly kissed the woman upon her forehead. To the Gods! how he loved her so. Not for the world entire, sire.

Life was a series of greetings and farewells, one was always saying good-bye to something, to someone.

Life turns on a dime. Sometimes towards us, but more often it spins away, flirting and flashing as it goes: so long, honey, it was good while it lasted, wasn't it?

The end of a picture is always an end of a life.

I buried Little Ann by the side of Old Dan. I knew that was where she wanted to be. I also buried a part of my life along with my dog.

I'm coming back in... and it's the saddest moment of my life.

Denn es geht nicht um das, was man mitnimmt, sondern um das, was man zurücklässt. (Violet)