The world is round and the place which may seem like the end may also be only the beginning.
But fate ordains that dearest friends must part.
The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected.
Be well, do good work, and keep in touch.
Ye flowers that drop, forsaken by the spring, Ye birds that, left by summer, cease to sing, Ye trees that fade, when Autumn heats remove, Say, is not absence death to those who love?
I do not say goodbye. I believe that's one of the bullshitiest words ever invented. It's not like you're given the choice to say bad-bye, or awful-bye, or couldn't-care-less-about-you-bye. Everytime you leave, it's supposed to be a good one.
Farewell, my sister, fare thee well. The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee well.
Good bye may seem forever. Farewell is like the end, but in my heart is the memory and there you will always be.
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.
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.
How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
It hath been often said, that it is not death, but dying, which is terrible.
Some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle and end.
Distance of Time and Place do really cure what they seem to aggravate; and taking Leave of our Friends resembles taking Leave of the World, concerning which it hath been often said, that it is not Death but Dying which is terrible.
Man's feelings are always purest and most glowing in the hour of meeting and of farewell.
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.
Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.
The return makes one love the farewell.
Nothing makes the earth seem so spacious as to have friends at a distance; they make the latitudes and longitudes.
Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.
Never part without loving words to think of during your absence. It may be that you will not meet again in this life.
Saying goodbye doesn't mean anything. It's the time we spent together that matters, not how we left it.
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.
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.
Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart.
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