Quotes About Farewell

Good-by,'! he said to all those who were kneeling. 'Don't be said. To die is nothing. The only bad thing is to die at the hands of this canalla.

After the train started he had stood on the rear platform and watched the station and the water tower grow smaller and smaller and the rails crossed by the ties narrowed toward a point where the station and the water tower stood now minute and tiny in the steady clicking that was taking him away.

No, he thought, when everything you do, you do too long, and do too late, you can't expect to find the people still there. The people all are gone. The party's over and you are with your hostess now.

Los adioses no hacían más que acrecentar la turbación que le infundía semejante encuentro.

Si eso es así, hubiera preferido pasar esta última noche de una manera distinta. Pero las últimas noches nunca son buenas. No son nunca buenas las últimas nadas. Sí, las últimas palabras son buenas a veces.

Kiss me just once more before we get there

wanted to be there to say good-bye to him. No matter what a person does, there ought to be somebody on his side at the last moment.

There was a deep boom, like the rolling in of an ocean wave. The hearse door had been slammed shut.

He recites sardonically from Rossetti. "Look in my face. My name is Might-Have-Been; I am also called No More, Too Late, Farewell.

Your arms, so wonderful! When I die, come embrace me, But take off your sweater first.

No more memories, no more silent tears. No more gazing across the wasted years. Help me say goodbye.

It is foolish to waste lamentations upon the closing phase of human life. Noble spirits yield themselves willingly to the successively falling shades which carry them to a better world or to oblivion.

With much respect and unaltered personal friendship, I bid you goodbye.

I saw you dead.

His ashes were scattered on the sea he never finished crossing.

You've taken everything from me..." "No," she interrupted. "Me, I take nothing. I only take by the hand. So that no-one must be alone and lost in the fog... Goodbye, Gerald of Rivia. Some other day.

So long, Nenneke." "So long, Geralt. Look after yourself." The witcher's smile was surly. "I prefer to look after others. It turns out better in the long run.

I love you, my daughter,' she said indistinctly. 'Run.' They

It is easy to kill with a bow, girl. How easy it is to release the bowstring and think, it is not I, not I, it is the arrow. The blood of that boy is not on my hands. The arrow killed him, not I. But the arrow does not dream anything in the night. May you dream nothing in the night either, blue-eyed dryad. Farewell, Braenn.

The elf nodded. From her saddlebow, she took a lute, a marvelous instrument of light, tastefully inlaid wood with a slender, engraved neck. Without a word, she handed the lute to Dandilion. The poet accepted the instrument and smiled. Also without a word, but his eyes said a great deal. "Farewell

Farewell, Ciri. Farewell, Swallow. "Farewell, Old Raven.

Ciri byÅ'a ju? na schodach, gdy jeszcze raz usÅ'yszaÅ'a gÅ'os Yennefer. Czarodziejka staÅ'a przy kolumnie, opierajÄ…c o niÄ… czoÅ'o. - Kocham ciÄ™, córeczko - powiedziaÅ'a niewyra?nie. - Biegnij.

Every departure is at once a return, every farewell is a greeting, every return is a parting. Everything is simultaneously a beginning and an end.

Time is fleeting moments, grains of sand passing through an hourglass. Time is the moments and events we so readily try to measure. But the ancient Ouroboros reminds us that in every moment, in every instant, in every event, is hidden the past, the present and the future. Eternity is hidden in every moment. Every departure is at once a return, every farewell is a greeting, every return is a parting. Everything is simultaneously a beginning and an end.