How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.— A. A. Milne
Tempting Saying Goodbye Love quotations
The song is ended, but the melody lingers on.
Be well, do good work, and keep in touch.
It's sad, but sometimes moving on with the rest of your life, starts with goodbye.
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.
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.
Whenever I say goodbye its never for long because I believe in the power of love.
The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected.
True love doesn't have a happy ending, because true love never ends.
Letting go is one way of saying I love you.
The world is round and the place which may seem like the end may also be only the beginning.
Only nature has a right to grieve perpetually, for she only is innocent.
Soon the ice will melt, and the blackbirds sing along the river which he frequented, as pleasantly as ever. The same everlasting serenity will appear in this face of God, and we will not be sorrowful, if he is not.
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.
Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.
Your time may come. Do not be too sad, Sam. You cannot be always torn in two. You will have to be one and whole, for many years. You have so much to enjoy and to be, and to do.
Fashion is a vampiric thing, it's the hoover on your brain.
That's why I wear the hats, to keep everyone away from me. They say, 'Oh, can I kiss you?' I say, 'No, thank you very much. That's why I've worn the hat. Goodbye.' I don't want to be kissed by all and sundry. I want to be kissed by the people I love.
The hardest part of the show is saying goodbye when it's all done. It really breaks you.
Frost is but slender weeks away, Tonight the sunset glow will stay, Swing to the north and burn up higher And Northern Lights wall earth with fire. Nothing is lost yet, nothing broken, And yet the cold blue word is spoken: Say goodbye to the sun. The days of love and leaves are done.
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.
Adieu! I have too grieved a heart to take a tedious leave.
Farewell, my sister, fare thee well. The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee well.
Anyone with a heart, with a family, has experienced loss.
No one escapes unscathed. Every story of separation is different, but I think we all understand that basic, wrenching emotion that comes from saying goodbye, not knowing if we'll see that person again-or perhaps knowing that we won't.
When there are lines upon my face from a lifetime of smiles, When the time comes to embrace for one long last while, We can laugh about how time really flies, We won't say goodbye 'cause true love never dies,You'll always be beautiful in my eyes.
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?
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.
I love you more than songs can say, but I can't keep running after yesterday.
People so seldom say I love you And then it's either too late or love goes.
So when I tell you I love you, It doesn't mean I know you'll never go, Only that I wish you didn't have to.
We who are left, how shall we look again Happily on the sun or feel the rain Without remembering how they who went Ungrudgingly and spent Their lives for us loved, too, the sun and rain?
In the hope to meet Shortly again, and make our absence sweet.
Farewell, my great one, my own, farewell, my pride, farewell, my swift, deep, dear river, how I loved your daylong splashing, how I loved to plunge into your cold waves.
Is not absence death to those who love?
I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm, your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy, golden storm, yes many loved before us, I know we are not new, in city and in forest they smiled like me and you, but now it's come to distances and both of us must try, your eyes are soft with sorrow, Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.
That bitter word, which closed all earthly friendships and finished every feast of love farewell!
So sweetly she bade me adieu, I thought that she bade me return.
Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart.
Nothing is lost yet, nothing broken,and yet the cold blue word is spoken:say goodbye now to the Sun,the days of love and leaves are done.