Some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle and end.
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.
Love is missing someone whenever you're apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you're close in heart.
As the presence of those we love is as a double life, so absence, in its anxious longing and sense of vacancy, is as a foretaste of death.
No distance of place or lapse of time can lessen the friendship of those who are thoroughly persuaded of each other's worth.
The song is ended, but the melody lingers on.
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.
That bitter word, which closed all earthly friendships and finished every feast of love farewell!
The story of life is quicker then the blink of an eye, the story of love is hello, goodbye.
And the relationships that happen become so intense, deep, involved and complex and really hard to say goodbye to. The hardest part of the show is saying goodbye when it's all done. It really breaks you.
True love doesn't have a happy ending, because true love never ends. Letting go is one way of saying I love you.
Every parting is a form of death, as every reunion is a type of heaven.
It's sad, but sometimes moving on with the rest of your life, starts with goodbye.
Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.
Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
Thank you for coming into my life and giving me joy, thank you for loving me and receiving my love in return. Thank you for the memories I will cherish forever. But most of all, thank you for showing me that there will come a time when I can eventually let you go.
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.
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.
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.
The return makes one love the farewell.
Man's feelings are always purest and most glowing in the hour of meeting and of farewell.
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.
If you’re brave enough to say goodbye, life will reward you with a new hello.
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