Quotes About Farewell

I shall not walk your ways again.

She leaned down, a fraction closer, and for some reason unknown to man, he lifted his head the tiniest bit. Enough so she could brush his cheek with her lips. "Good night, Mr. Merrick.

Death's in the good-bye.

Now I am going back And I have ripped my hand From your hand as I said I would And I have made it this far ...

You who have inhabited me in the deepest and most broken place, are going, going

Le compte à rebours va bientôt commencer. C'est une véritable fête que j'ai préparée, champagne, feu de bois, et le cadeau d'adieu, une gravure ancienne du Moulin de la Galette. La seule façon de finir sans trop souffrir, faire de l'adieu une cérémonie

It's important to attend funerals. It is important to view the body, they say, and to see it committed to earth or fire because unless you do that, the loved one dies for you again and again.

ORESTES: Never shall I see you again. ELECTRA: Nor I see myself in your eyes. ORESTES: This, the last time I'll talk with you ever. ELECTRA: O my homeland, goodbye. Goodbye to you, women of home. ORESTES: Most loyal of sisters, do you leave now? ELECTRA: I leave with tears blurring all that I see.

How lucky I am to have known somebody and something that saying goodbye to is so damned awful.

Soon someone would say the fatal words, Well, I think it's time for me to go to bed.

Here my last love had died.

But as I drove away and turned back in the car to take what promised to be my last view of the house, I felt that I was leaving a part of myself behind, and that wherever I went afterwards I should feel the lack of it, and search for it hopelessly, as ghosts are said to do, frequenting the spots where they buried material treasures without which they cannot pay their way to the netherworld.

Here my last love died. There was nothing remarkable in the manner of its death.

But as I drove away and turned back in the car to take what promised to be my last view of the house, I felt that I was leaving part of myself behind, and that wherever I went afterwards I should feel the lack of it

By way of farewell, I recited Mandelshtam's † melancholy poem: The horses tread slowly, The lamps burn low, And where they are taking me Only strangers know.

The afternoon had made them tranquil for a while, as if to give them a deep memory for the long parting the next day promised.

A sudden emptiness seemed to flow now from the windows and the great doors, endowing with complete isolation the figure of the host, who stood on the porch, his hand up in a formal gesture of farewell.

Maybe we'll have more fun this summer but this particular fun is over. I want it to die violently instead of fading out sentimentally-- that's why I gave this party.

Saying good-by, Dick was aware of Elsie Speers' full charm, aware that she meant rather more to him than merely a last unwilingly relinquished fragment of Rosemary. He could possibly have made up Rosemary - he could never have made up her mother.

Je les ai regardé une dernière fois, et ils m'ont rendu mon regard, mais de très loin, sur la rive d'une autre vie. J'ai donc quitté la pièce et descendu les marches, sous la pluie, les laissant là, ensemble.

I glanced back once. A wafer of a moon was shining over Gatsby's house, making the night fine as before, and surviving the laughter and the sound of his still glowing garden. A sudden emptiness seemed to flow now from the windows and the great doors, endowing with complete isolation the figure of the host, who stood on the porch, his hand up in a formal gesture of farewell.

Americans were saying good-by in voices that mimicked the cadence of water running into a large old bathtub.

A wafer of a moon was shining over Gatsby's house, making the night fine as before, and surviving the laughter and the sound of his still glowing garden. A sudden emptiness seemed to flow now from the windows and the great doors, endowing with complete isolation the figure of the host, who stood on the porch, his hand up in a formal gesture of farewell.

a flying squirrel sits chewing on a bird withered field (Yosa Buson`s farewell haiku)