Quotes About Farewell

She glances back before stepping into the alley, and she catches her grandfather looking at her the way he does sometimes--as if she's already gone, as if he's practicing sorrow.

He's dead, Jim,

and drove out, his beautiful horse hitched behind. Adelina called, "Remember to take the roadway!" He raised his hand

When question time in the House was over, Forster picked up his red box of papers and left his front bench seat by Gladstone's side for the last time.

A very wise dog woman once told me that dogs find owners, not the other way around. They pick you and they choose to stay with you. In that way, they are also giving you the end of their life. The deeper the bond, the harder it is to say good-bye. I know I'd rather have any amount of time with a dog I love and suffer the mourning than not have the time at all.

This is a long goodbye, yet not time enough. I have no aptitude for this. I cannot learn this. I would hold on, and hold on, until my hands clutch at emptiness.

You risked much, to give your love to such a one. I stared at him. Love? Did you not know, until now, when you must say goodbye?

Mírame morir y olvida.

No soy ya el que conocisteis, oh mujeres. Histrio. Mimo. Noche de empusas, lamias, mala sombra, final del gran juego. Cómo cansa ser todo el tiempo uno mismo. Irremisiblemente. No las veré nunca más, está escrito.

Por qué me hacés sufrir, bobo? Ya sé que estás cansado, que no me querés más. Nunca me quisiste, era otra cosa, una manera de soñar. Andate, Horacio, no tenés por qué quedarte. A mí ya me ha pasado tantas veces...

porque fuiste siempre un espejo terrible, una espantosa máquina de repeticiones, y lo que llamamos amarnos fue quizá que yo estaba de pie delante de vos, con una flor amarilla en la mano, y vos sostenías dos velas verdes y el tiempo soplaba contra nuestras caras una lenta lluvia de renuncias y despedidas y tickets de metro.

fuiste siempre un espejo terrible, una espantosa máquina de repeticiones, y lo que llamamos amarnos fue quizá que yo estaba de pie delante de vos, con una flor amarilla en la mano, y vos sostenías dos velas verdes y el tiempo soplaba contra nuestras caras una lenta lluvia de renuncias y despedidas y tickets de metro.

Yo soy como el ave cisne, que canta cuando se muere

morir en el verano es morir dos veces, pues muchos de los que te quieren no están para despedirte.

This is where we leave you. The sentries at the gate will tell you what to do.

For the first time in my life, I felt the pain of missing people I had not yet left.

Jacob didn't exactly smile, but his last look at me from inside the cab was nothing short of smoldering. My lips tingled in response, as if it was his soft mouth, not his eyes, that had just raked me. The cab pulled away from the curb. Mom sighed. I would have sighed, too, except I didn't want to be one of those pathetic girls who pined for their boyfriends . . . even though I was pining. And worrying.

See you in the fall.

He left school without even sending you a text message saying 'I hope you enjoy the beautiful scenery on your trip through Dumpslandia.

Getting out of the briar tangle was significantly harder than getting in . . . The brambles ran their fingers down his face and tugged at his clothes like children wanting attention, as if they were sorry to see him go.

There is only so much one can do for the dead without joining them. The Caravan from Troon

The way you're talking…" Tears were shining in Kian's eyes. "It sounds like you don't think you're coming back." Kian to Bree, Spring Frost (Frost Series #7)

Oh, do shut up, boy. It's not like I've ever been one for goodbyes.", FADE by Kailin Gow

But when the English leave, they'll be going home.