Adieu! I have too grieved a heart to take a tedious leave. ~William Shakespeare
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age. ~John Dryden
Nothing makes the earth seem so spacious as to have friends at a distance; they make the latitudes and longitudes. ~Henry David Thoreau
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. 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. ~Gilda Radner
Great is the art of beginning, but greater is the art of ending. ~Lazurus Long
Gone – flitted away,
Taken the stars from the night and the sun
From the day!
Gone, and a cloud in my heart.
May you always have work for your hands to do.
May your pockets hold always a coin or two.
May the sun shine bright on your windowpane.
May the rainbow be certain to follow each rain.
May the hand of a friend always be near you.
And may God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.
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.
To die and part is a less evil; but to part and live, there, there is the torment. ~George Lansdowne
We only part to meet again. ~John Gay, Black-eyed Susan
May flowers always line your path and sunshine light your day.
May songbirds serenade you every step along the way.
May a rainbow run beside you in a sky that’s always blue.
And may happiness fill your heart each day your whole life through.
Goodbyes are not forever.
Goodbyes are not the end.
They simply mean I’ll miss you
Until we meet again!
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. ~Irish Toast
Absence diminishes little passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans a fire. ~Francois Duc de la Rochefoucauld, translated from FrenchMaximes
Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair. ~William Cowper
Ye flowers that drop, forsaken by the spring,
Ye birds that, left by summer, cease to sing,
Ye trees that fade, when Autumn heats remove,
Say, is not absence death to those who love?
You’re searching, Joe,…
For things that don’t exist; I mean beginnings.
Ends and beginnings – there are no such things.
There are only middles.
~Robert Frost, Mountain Interval, "In the Home Stretch"
Let’s not unman each other – part at once;
All farewells should be sudden, when forever,
Else they make an eternity of moments,
And clog the last sad sands of life with tears.
Farewell! a word that must be, and hath been –
A sound which makes us linger; – yet – farewell!
~Lord ByronChilde Harold, cantoIV, st186
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.
Parting is all we know of heaven and all we need to know of hell. ~Emily Dickinson, "Parting"
May the sun shine, all day long,
everything go right, and nothing wrong.
May those you love bring love back to you,
and may all the wishes you wish come true!
So sweetly she bade me adieu,
I thought that she bade me return.
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
Promise me you’ll never forget me because if I thought you would I’d never leave. ~A.A. Milne
Love is missing someone whenever you’re apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you’re close in heart. ~Kay Knudsen
Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation. ~Kahlil Gibran
In the hope to meet
Shortly again, and make our absence sweet.
Can miles truly separate you from friends…. If you want to be with someone you love, aren’t you already there? ~Richard Bach
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.
~Oliver Goldsmith, The Traveller
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?
~Frances Anne Kemble
A chord, stronger or weaker, is snapped asunder in every parting, and time’s busy fingers are not practiced in re-splicing broken ties. Meet again you may; will it be in the same way? With the same sympathies? With the same sentiments? Will the souls, hurrying on in diverse paths, unite once more, as if the interval had been a dream? Rarely, rarely! ~Edward George Earle Bulwer-Lytton
A man never knows how to say goodbye; a woman never knows when to say it. ~Helen Rowland
She went her unremembering way,
She went and left in me
The pang of all the partings gone,
And partings yet to be.
~Francis Thompson, Daisy