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.
Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens.
There are no good-byes, where ever you'll be, you'll be in my heart.
Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.
No distance of place or lapse of time can lessen the friendship of those who are thoroughly persuaded of each other's worth.
How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
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.
Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.
Love is missing someone whenever you're apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you're close in heart.
In the hope to meet Shortly again, and make our absence sweet.
If you’re brave enough to say goodbye, life will reward you with a new hello.
But fate ordains that dearest friends must part.
Gone - flitted away, Taken the stars from the night and the sun From the day! Gone, and a cloud in my heart.
That bitter word, which closed all earthly friendships and finished every feast of love farewell!
Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.
Nothing makes the earth seem so spacious as to have friends at a distance; they make the latitudes and longitudes.
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.
Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.
Farewell all relations and friends in Christ; farewell acquaintances and all earthly enjoyments; farewell reading and preaching, praying and believing, wanderings, reproaches, and sufferings.
Odd how much it hurts when a friend moves away- and leaves behind only silence.
Wherever you are you will always be in my heart.
Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.
While conscience is our friend, all is at peace; however once it is offended, farewell to a tranquil mind.
A friend of mine, now retired, was then a major exec at a major bank, and one of her jobs, the last four years, was the farewell interview.
The loss of a friend is like that of a limb; time may heal the anguish of the wound, but the loss cannot be repaired.
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