So sweetly she bade me adieu, I thought that she bade me return. — William Shenstone Copy Share Image
Great is the art of beginning, but greater is the art of ending. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Gone - flitted away, Taken the stars from the night and the sun From the day! Gone, and a cloud in my… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Happy trails to you, until we meet again. Some trails are happy ones, Others are blue. It's the way you ride the… — Dale Evans Copy Share Image
As the presence of those we love is as a double life, so absence, in its anxious longing and sense of vacancy,… — Anna Brownell Jameson Copy Share Image
Not to understand a treasure's worth till time has stole away the slighted good, is cause of half the poverty we feel,… — William Cowper Copy Share Image
The best things said come last. People will talk for hours saying nothing much and then linger at the door with words… — Alan Alda Copy Share Image
Distance of Time and Place do really cure what they seem to aggravate; and taking Leave of our Friends resembles taking Leave… — Henry Fielding Copy Share Image
