#farewell

I'll never see them again. I know that. And they know that. And knowing this, we say farewell. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#separation #separation

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. ↗

— Boris Pasternak

#love #pain #parting #love

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. ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#goodbyes #life #parting #sad #life

When I am in the darkness, I want to think of it in the light, with you," he said, and straightened, and turned to walk toward the door. The parchment robes of the Silent Brothers moved around him as he moved, and Tessa watched him, paralyzed, every pulse of her heart beating out the words she could not say: Good-bye. Good-bye. Good-bye. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#farewell #jem-carstairs #tessa-gray #tessa-gray

Now, mark it. This may be strong language, but heed it. The people mean it, and, my friends of the Eastern Democracy, we bid farewell when you do that thing. ↗

— Richard Parks Bland

#bid #democracy #eastern #farewell #friends

I have to go and say farewell to all the countries that I have been to, if I can. I am 73 now, it is taxing on me. ↗

— Miriam Makeba

#been #countries #farewell #go #i

Before I was reading science fiction, I read Hemingway. Farewell to Arms was my first adult novel that said not everything ends well. It was one of those times where reading has meant a great deal to me, in terms of my development - an insight came from that book. ↗

— Robert Reed

#arms #before #book #came #deal

Why, darling, I don't live at all when I'm not with you. ↗

— Ernest Hemingway

#ernest-hemingway #love #love

I don't know how you say good-bye to whom and what you love. I don't know a painless way to do it, don't know the words to capture a heart so full and a longing so intense. ↗

— Laura Wiess

#goodbyes #parting #love

All we know, Midnight. The best of all we know. For Chestry Valley and its master we loved. For Nana. For Sugarloaf and Brimstone Farm. For Pop and Mom and Tom. For the foals to come. For yesterday and for all tomorrows, we dance the best we know. For good-by. ↗

— Kate Seredy

#hope #life #living #love