Quotes About Farewell

dying should be like a birthday party to end all birthday parties.

When your rooster crows at the break of dawnLook out your window and I'll be goneYou're the reason I'm trav'lin' onDon't think twice, it's all right

No more coming home as to a death sentence. No more leaving after this leaving.

and we seemed to be saying good-bye from trains rushing in opposite directions

This Olympics is almost a little sad. It is my final Olympics. There are a lot of good memories.

An awkward impasse. No one knew exactly how to say good-bye. A wave? A handshake? A kiss?

He stood on the stoop and watched them walk down the path. Corinne hit the minivan's remote, and the back yawned open like a giant mouth. Thomas tossed his bag into the back and took the front passenger seat. The mouth closed, swallowing the equipment whole. Corinne gave him a wave. He waved back. He

She's dying, Win. Cancer. She has maybe a week or two." "I know." Myron sat back. His throat felt dry. "Is that the entire message?" "She wanted you to know that it's your last chance to talk to her," Myron said. "Well, yes, that's true. It would be very difficult for us to chat after she's dead." Myron

FJ moved away then. Rocco and Bubba followed. Myron watched them disappear, his heart flapping in his chest like a caged condor.

We said good-bye, and Dill went inside the house. He evidently remembered he was engaged to me, for he ran back out and kissed me swiftly in front of Jem. Yawl write, hear? he bawled after us.

Her world was at its best when her time came to leave it.

I'll never see them again. I know that. And they know that. And knowing this, we say farewell.

Like flowers scattered in a storm, a man's life is a long farewell.

Lonely metal souls in the unimpeded darkness of space, they meet, pass each other, and part, never to meet again. No words passing between them. No promises to keep.

Like flowers scattered in a storm, man's life is one long farewell

People leave strange little memories behind when they die.

For now, however, I am not prepared to see you. It's not that I don't want to see you: I'm simply not prepared for it. The moment I feel ready, I will write to you. Perhaps then we can get to know each other better. As you say, this is probably what we should do: get to know each other better. Good bye.

And she leaves. She opens the door and, without a backward glance, goes out and shuts the door. I stand at the window and watch her go. She vanishes in the shadow of a building. Hands resting on the sill, I gaze for the longest time at where she disappeared. Maybe she forgot something she wanted to say and will come back. But she never does. All that's left is an absence that's like a hollow space.

Now that you've said hello, I'm afraid we move right into farewells. Hello, goodbye. Like flowers scattered in a storm, man's life is one long farewell, as they say

The morning is not my time. Darkness is my friend. A vacuum is my breath. I must be saying goodbye soon.

Grasping the doorknob, Tengo turned around one last time and was shocked to see a single tear running down from his father's eye. It shone a dull silver color under the ceiling's fluorescent light. To release that tear, his father must have squeezed every bit of strength from what little emotion he still had left.

A cat's tail waved above the arm of the couch like an elegant hand in a black glove waving goodbye.

Wenn zwei voneinander scheiden, So so geben sie sich die Händ Und fangen an zu weinen, Und seufzen ohne End. Wir haben nicht geweinet, Wir seufzten nicht Weh und Ach! Die Tränen und die Seufzer, Die kamen hintennach.

It's never the wrong time to call on Toad. Early or late he's always the same fellow. Always good-tempered, always glad to see you, always sorry when you go!