How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
Nothing makes the earth seem so spacious as to have friends at a distance; they make the latitudes and longitudes.
Why can't we get all the people together in the world that we really like and then just stay together? I guess that wouldn't work. Someone would leave. Someone always leaves. Then we would have to say good-bye. I hate good-byes. I know what I need. I need more hellos.
The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected.
Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.
Every parting is a form of death, as every reunion is a type of heaven.
Don't be dismayed by good-byes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again, after moments or lifetimes, is certain for those who are friends.
Can miles truly separate you from friends... If you want to be with someone you love, aren't you already there?
No distance of place or lapse of time can lessen the friendship of those who are thoroughly persuaded of each other's worth.
Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.
Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.
I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle and end.
But fate ordains that dearest friends must part.
You and I will meet again, When we're least expecting it, One day in some far off place, I will recognize your face, I won't say goodbye my friend, For you and I will meet again.
Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next.
Happy trails to you, until we meet again.
Happy trails to you, until we meet again. Some trails are happy ones, Others are blue. It's the way you ride the trail that counts, Here's a happy one for you.
Man's feelings are always purest and most glowing in the hour of meeting and of farewell.
The best things said come last. People will talk for hours saying nothing much and then linger at the door with words that come with a rush from the heart.
Some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle and end.
Be well, do good work, and keep in touch.
It's the way you ride the trail that counts.
Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart.
Never forget me, because if I thought you would, I'd never leave.
Could we see when and where we are to meet again, we would be more tender when we bid our friends goodbye.
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