I cry for your depature each time I remember u're gone forever coz I know there's no second coming. — Usman Ismaheel Copy Share Image
I was in Nauvoo on the 26th of May, 1846, for the last time, and left the city of the Saints feeling… — Wilford Woodruff Copy Share Image
“He kissed her somber lips and said goodbye, and then he shut the door in her beautiful face against whatever sanity still… — R.J. Lawrence Copy Share Image
Each death and departure comes to us as a surprise, a sorrow never anticipated. Life is a long series of farewells; only… — Jessamyn West Copy Share Image
Are we simply waving farewell to the days when some of the most interesting thinking in Europe and America came to us… — David Hare Copy Share Image
Atque in pepetuum, frater, ave atque vale,” he whispered. The words of the poem had never seemed so fitting: Forever and ever,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“He remained seated on his revolving stool, turned toward us, hands between his knees, in a position the same as ours, and… — Thomas Mann Copy Share Image
Man's feelings are always purest and most glowing in the hour of meeting and of farewell. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Fairest Cordelia, that art most rich, being poor; Most choice, forsaken; and most loved, despised! Thee and thy virtues here I seize… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Every day I shall put my papers in order and every day I shall say farewell. And the real farewell, when it… — Etty Hillesum Copy Share Image
Look at that mallard as he floats on the lake; see his elevated head glittering with emerald green, his amber eyes glancing… — John James Audubon Copy Share Image
“Yes" Said Gandalf; "for it will be better to ride back three together than one alone. Well, here at last, dear friends,… — J.R.R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart untravelled, fondly turns to thee; Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain,… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
The air is full of a farewell- deserted by the silver lake lies the wild world, overturned. Cities rise where the mountains… — Kathleen Raine Copy Share Image
Farewells can be shattering, but returns are surely worse. Solid flesh can never live up to the bright shadow cast by its… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
And as we leave Donne and Walton on the shores of Metahemeralism, we wave a fond farewell to those famous chums of… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
Lady, for indeed I loved you and I deemed you beautiful, I cannot brook to see your beauty marred Through evil spite:… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
I don't know how you say good-bye to whom and what you love. I don't know a painless way to do it,… — Laura Wiess Copy Share Image
Though here at journey's end I lie In darkness buried deep, Beyond all towers strong and high, Beyond all mountains steep, Above… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“I remember the first time I saw you,” Allie said. “I thought you smelled me first.” “Right,” said Allie. “The chocolate. But… — Neal Shusterman Copy Share Image
For I love the empress of my soul. I love and I cannot but love. You yourself see the whole of me.… — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
