Quotes About Farewell

So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends.

On deathbed every single good, bad, ugly moment becomes special.

Because she is too ugly to kiss goodbye.

It can't be any simpler: the farewell is going to be on the Champs-Elysees.

A day or so before his death, Borges called Bioy from Geneva. Bioy said that he sounded infinitely sad. "What are you doing in Geneva? Come home," Bioy said to him. "I can't," Borges answered. "And anyway, any place is good enough to die in." Bioy said that in spite of their friendship, he felt, as a writer, hesitant to touch such a good exit line.

Lo que era para nosotros, lo hemos hecho, y vos lo sabéis. Creedme: lo hemos hecho para siempre. Preservad vuestra vida resguardada de mí. Y no dudéis un instante, si fuese útil para vuestra felicidad, en olvidar a esta mujer que ahora os dice sin añoranza, adiós.

Io mi chiamo Dann Rail. -E allora? -No, niente, volevo dire che... stai per partire? -Sì. -Dove vai? -E tu? -Io da nessuna parte. Io non parto. -E cosa fai qui? -Sono venuto a prendere qualcuno. -Chi? -Te.

Noi non ci vedremo più, signore. Disse. – Quel che era per noi, l'abbiamo fatto, e voi lo sapete. Credetemi: l'abbiamo fatto per sempre. Serbate la vostra vita al riparo da me. E non esitate un attimo, se sarà utile per la vostra felicità, a dimenticare questa donna che ora vi dice, senza rimpianto, addio.

Sia così gentile allora da dirgli che mi mancherà. Voglio dire che prima o poi smetterà di rompermi i coglioni ovunque io vada, e io proverò lo stesso sollievo che si prova quando in una stanza si spegne il motore del frigorifero, ma anche lo stesso sgomento inevitabile, e la sensazione, che lei certo conoscerà, di non essere sicuri di sapere cosa farsene di quell'improvviso silenzio, e forse di non esserne in fondo all'altezza.

Que nadie pueda olvidar lo hermoso que sería si, para cada mar que nos espera, hubiera un río para nosotros. Y alguien - un padre, un amor, alguien- capaz de cogernos de la mano y de encontrar ese río imaginarlo, inventarlo- y de depositarnos sobre su corriente, con la ligereza de una sola palabra, adiós.

As his mother drove him away on the day he was let out, Stuart broke the cardinal prison rule: like Lot's wife, he looked back, at the building he'd just left.

We all had to say goodbye, sooner or later, to those we love--or they had to say goodbye to us. Those were the only two possibilities that this world allowed. But no matter how much we tried to face up to it, it never became easier.

We all had to say goodbye, sooner or later, to those we loved—or they had to say goodbye to us. Those were the only two possibilities that this world allowed. But no matter how much we tried to face up to it, it never became easier.

Whoever you be, O my reader- friend, foe- I wish with you to part at present as a pal. Farewell. Whatever you in my wake sought in these careless strophes- tumultuous recollections, relief from labors, live pictures or bons mots, or faults of grammar- God grant that you, in this book, for recreation, for the daydream, for the heart, for jousts in journals, may find at least a crumb. Upon which, let us part, farewell!

And now...farewell to kindness, humanity and gratitude. I have substituted myself for Providence in rewarding the good; may the God of vengeance now yield me His place to punish the wicked.

It is only the dead who do not return.

actually, I came here because of Skipper." "That was awfully nice! How's he doing? I'm going

That was the thing about hurricanes and tropical storms, they left town in the same fashion that a stubborn old dowager would leave a cotillion, slowly saying good-bye to her minions, returning for one last waltz, finally leaving for parts unknown, maybe to dissolve into nothingness or to simply find another party, gather steam, and raise a little more hell.

She was pleased to have him come and never sorry to see him go.

mon tour viendra de quitter la scène.

Like the old soldier of the ballad, I now close my military career and just fade away, an old soldier who tried to do his duty as God gave him the light to see that duty. Goodbye.

When youre ready, just say youre ready. When all the baggage just aint as heavy, and the parties over, just dont forget me.

And when life's sweet fable ends, soul and body part like friends; no quarrels, murmurs, no delay; a kiss, a sigh, and so away.

Goodbyes are on of the hardest things about life. One way or another people were always leaving... Always moving on.