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Goodbyes are not forever Goodbyes aren't final, when You only mean we'll miss you Until we meet again
Sep 29, 2025
The scariest thing about distance is that you don’t know whether they’ll miss you or forget you.
The return makes one love the farewell.
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.
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.
Man's feelings are always purest and most glowing in the hour of meeting and of farewell.
A man never knows how to say goodbye; a woman never knows when to say it.
The bodybuilding world has lost one of its greatest legends. I had a chance to speak with Steve Michalik a year ago at The Upper State Bodybuilding competition. We laughed and shared our personal opinions about bodybuilding [today's scene and how it was in the past]. Steve, we'll miss you. R.I.P.
Happy trails to you, until we meet again. Some trails are happy ones, Others are blue. It's the way you ride the trail that counts, Here's a happy one for you.
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.
Nothing makes the earth seem so spacious as to have friends at a distance; they make the latitudes and longitudes.
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.
How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
Great is the art of beginning, but greater is the art of ending.
I'm so sad to hear the horrible news of Amy Winehouse's death. I'm so happy I knew you Amy...Rest Well. Gone Too Soon...we'll miss you!!
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.
One kind kiss before we part, Drop a tear and bid adieu; Though we sever, my fond heart Till we meet shall pant for you.
Happy trails to you, until we meet again.
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.
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.
As contraries are known by contraries, so is the delight of presence best known by the torments of absence.
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?
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