Quotes About Farewell

He shook his head. "Not yet. But I sense it on the horizon and it saddens me, which is why I felt the need to speak with you." He paused and seemed to weigh his words. "When the time comes for you to leave—and it will come, of this I am certain—you must know that your leaving will bring our city great sadness, and that it is not our wish.

One more cup of coffee for the road One more cup of coffee 'fore I go. To the valley below.

Farewell, my great and dear one, farewell, my pride, farewell, my swift, deep river, how I loved your daylong splashing, how I loved to throw myself into your cold waves.

You had the physical sensation Of someone's quiet voice beside you. It was my old prophetic voice Sounding, untouched by decay: "Farewell, azure of Transfiguration, Farewell, the Second Savior's gold. Ease with a woman's last caress The bitterness of my fatal hour.

Ebben? Ne andrò lontana" from Alfredo Catalani's La Wally

Being proposed to all is very nice and all that sort of thing, but it isn't at all a happy thing when you have to see a poor fellow, whom you know loves you honestly, going away and looking all broken-hearted, and to know that, no matter what he may say at the moment, you are passing quite out if his life

You English have a saying which is close to my heart, for its spirit is that which rules our boyars: Welcome the coming, speed the parting guest.

I promise. and as I said it I felt that from that instant a door had been shut between us.

Being proposed to is all very nice and all that sort of thing, but it isn't at all a happy thing when you have to see a poor fellow, whom you know loves you honestly, going away and looking all broken hearted, and to know that, no matter what he may say at the moment, you are passing out of his life.

I have to be absent for a while. Do not wait for me.—D.

And in the end, I lost him. I did it on purpose, the way Garance lost Baptiste in the crowd. I needed to be alone, I felt. I wanted to be going on alone to my future.

You're going to say goodbye, go and get your closure. In a hundred years when you're just a haze on the water.

this isn't me running away, I'm just leaving

Will you miss me?" "I hope not," he muttered, feeling surly for no reason he could recognize. "I shall miss you." Alert, he studied her. "You will?" "No. It seemed like the thing to say.

I'd say go to hell, but I never want to see you again.

die letzte brücke.

not fare well, but fare forward

O voyagers, O seamen, You who came to port, and you whose bodies Will suffer the trial and judgement of the sea, Or whatever event, this is your real destination.' So Krishna, as when he admonished Arjuna On the field of battle. Not fare well, But fare forward, voyagers.

Now I end my death song. I give my farewell to mountain and sky. It has been good to be alive.

A handful of visits. A series of days. Then she would be gone, with a life of her own, a family of her own. And

The party, having run out of fables, or the wish to deal in them, drifted apart apart with moist-eyed regrets.

If you're reading this, Alysha Catherine, I'm dead. Don't make a fuss—it's a state we all come to in the end. Except possibly for Jane who may be too mean to die.

Dust to dust, ashes to ashes. Halleluiah amen, you are dismissed.

For nowadays the world is lit by lightning! Blow out your candles, Laura -- and so goodbye. . . .