Goodbye My Love Quotes

Goodbye, my love, my life. Goodbye, goodbye.

If I leave here tomorrow, will you still remember me?

Unless one says goodbye to what one loves, and unless one travels to completely new territories, one can expect merely a long wearing away of oneself and an eventual extinction.

Gone - flitted away, Taken the stars from the night and the sun From the day! Gone, and a cloud in my heart.

The return makes one love the farewell.

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.

It's the way you ride the trail that counts.

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.

No distance of place or lapse of time can lessen the friendship of those who are thoroughly persuaded of each other's worth.

Every parting is a form of death, as every reunion is a type of heaven.

Good-byes breed a sort of distaste for whomever you say good-bye to; this hurts, you feel, this must not happen again.

Not to understand a treasure's worth till time has stole away the slighted good, is cause of half the poverty we feel, and makes the world the wilderness it is.

But fate ordains that dearest friends must part.

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.

Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.

Man's feelings are always purest and most glowing in the hour of meeting and of farewell.

Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.

A man never knows how to say goodbye; a woman never knows when to say it.

Goodbye, my friend, goodbye My love, you are in my heart. It was preordained we should part And be reunited by and by. Goodbye: no handshake to endure. Let's have no sadness - furrowed brow. There's nothing new in dying now Though living is no newer.

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.

And when you wake, you will fly away, holding tight to the legs of all your angels. Goodbye, my love, into your blue, blue eyes.

That bitter word, which closed all earthly friendships and finished every feast of love 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.

Never forget me, because if I thought you would, I'd never leave.

The world is round and the place which may seem like the end may also be only the beginning.

Ends and beginnings—there are no such things. There are only middles.

You're searching... For things that don't exist; I mean beginnings. Ends and beginnings - there are no such things. There are only middles.

Farewell, my sister, fare thee well. The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee well.

The story of life is quicker then the blink of an eye, the story of love is hello, goodbye.

Great is the art of beginning, but greater is the art of ending.

Some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle and end.

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.

The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected.

Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.

Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.

Happy trails to you, until we meet again.

Adieu! I have too grieved a heart to take a tedious leave.

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.

In the hope to meet Shortly again, and make our absence sweet.

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.

As contraries are known by contraries, so is the delight of presence best known by the torments of absence.

What shall I do with all the days and hours That must be counted ere I see thy face? How shall I charm the interval that lowers Between this time and that sweet time of grace?

Is not absence death to those who love?

Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.

Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.

Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.

Love is missing someone whenever you're apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you're close in heart.

And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart.

Can miles truly separate you from friends... If you want to be with someone you love, aren't you already there?