All farewells should be sudden, when forever.
But fate ordains that dearest friends must part.
Our evenings are farewells. Our parties are testaments. So that the secret stream of suffering. May warm the cold of life.
Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for a while, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never, ever the same.
The return makes one love the 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.
That bitter word, which closed all earthly friendships and finished every feast of love farewell!
Where’er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart untravelled, fondly turns to thee; Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
Good-byes breed a sort of distaste for whomever you say good-bye to; this hurts, you feel, this must not happen again.
Never say goodbye, say farewell.
Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
Farewell all relations and friends in Christ; farewell acquaintances and all earthly enjoyments; farewell reading and preaching, praying and believing, wanderings, reproaches, and sufferings.
To die and part is a less evil; but to part and live, there, there is the torment.
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 be dismayed at goodbyes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again, after moments or lifetime, is certain for those who are friends.
Be well, do good work, and keep in touch.
The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected.
Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
Goodbyes are not forever.Goodbyes are not the end.They simply mean I’ll miss youUntil we meet again!
Can miles truly separate you from friends…. If you want to be with someone you love, aren’t you already there?
Nothing makes the earth seem so spacious as to have friends at a distance; they make the latitudes and longitudes.
We only part to meet again.
Everlasting farewells! and again, and yet again reverberated – everlasting farewells!
A farewell is necessary before we can meet again, and meeting again, after moments or a lifetime is certain for those who are friends.
Parting is all we know of heaven and all we need of hell.
Every parting is a form of death, as every reunion is a type of heaven.
Great is the art of beginning, but greater is the art of ending.
May you have warm words on a cool evening, a full moon on a dark night, and a smooth road all the way to your door.
Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.
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.
Man’s feelings are always purest and most glowing in the hour of meeting and of farewell.
Let us eat and drink; for tomorrow we shall die. [Isaiah 22:13]
Goodbye, goodbye, I hate the word. Solitude has long since turned brown and withered, sitting bitter in my mouth and heavy in my veins.
The world is round and the place which may seem like the end may also be the beginning.
Every parting gives a foretaste of death; every coming together again a foretaste of the resurrection.
Until we meet again, may the good Lord take a liking to you.
A man never knows how to say goodbye; a woman never knows when to say it.
Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens.
Never part without loving words to think of during your absence. It may be that you will not meet again in this life.
Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.
Let us not unman each other; part at once; all farewells should be sudden, when forever.
Distance of time and place generally cure what they seem to aggravate; and taking leave of our friends resembles taking leave of the world, of which it has been said, that it is not death, but dying, which is terrible.