Quotes About Farewell

Go. Go to your beautiful dances, your beautiful ceremonies. And we will bury our dead.

Farewell Hope, and with Hope farewell Fear

Am impresia c? toat? viaÅ£a mi-o petrec luându-mi r?mas bun.

Do not mourn me, friends I fall as a shooting star Into the next life

Leave me now as one leaves a corpse...with regret, and memories, but without a second look.

It's spring! Farewell To chills and colds! The blushing, girlish World unfolds Each flower, leaf And blade of sod— Small letters sent To her from God.

I shall miss you,' said Perley. 'Of course I shall miss you, Maverick. So should I miss the piano, if it were taken out of the parlor.

Poor Mr Lippincote could not help dying. Death does not always give us a chance of tidying up. (118)

Kiss me, Hardy

I blew up a balloon and wrote on it in indelible pen, Happy Xmas everyone, luv you all xx, then threw it over the side into the Southern Ocean.

Then how about one kiss?' he said with a sexy grin. 'Something to remember me by?' 'I'll give you something to remember me by,' I said. The back of my head.' I pushed past him and escaped through the door to freedom.

I'll give you something to remember ME by... The back of my head!

It look as if Kate was saying goodbye to Henry and Leo, but that couldn't be. She couldn't be leaving... he had to see her tomorrow morning, see her one more time.

Senti. Non mi va di vedere Procida mentre s'allontana, e si confonde, diventa come una cosa grigia...Preferisco fingere che non sia esistita. Perciò, fino al momento che non se ne vede più niente, sarà meglio ch'io non guardi là.

Goodbye Norma Jean From the young man in the 22nd row Who sees you as something more than sexual More than just our Marilyn Monroe

Until we meet again, may God bless you as he has blessed me.

Dup? ce am condus-o pe S. la gar?, deprimare vecin? cu sinuciderea. Vid, vid, vid!

Cu cât cunoÈ™ti un om mai bine È™i mai mult, cu atât eÈ™ti mai aproape de o fatal? desp?rÈ›ire de el.

He nods, as if to acknowledge that endings are almost always a little sad, even when there is something to look forward to on the other side.

Yonder the mountain flowers are out. We drink together, you and I. One more cup--one more cup--still one more cup! Now I am drunk and drowsy, you had better go. But come tomorrow morning, if you will, with the harp!

I can't tell anymore. Which is long and which short, the river flowing east or thoughts farewell brings on?

She walks away as if she were going to disappear. I wonder if I'll ever see her again." I turned and saw her yellow blouse receding into the distance as she walked along the busy street. She looked like a balloon someone had let loose in the sky. We watched her go.

Okay,' I said, and waving, we parted. The feeling traveled to some infinitely distant place and disappeared.

For waving good-bye, I thank you.