#parting

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

It seemed like it was always autumn in this field - it was fitting really. Everything was shaded with the bronzes and yellows of faded pictures from an old photo album, it was a realm where uncomfortable nostalgia reigned. I noticed it more after my experience in the dream. There I was an actor in the play, here I was a spectator. ↗

— Mike Jackson

#death #memory #nostalgia #taven-s-departing #death

The natural way of life is perfect as it, seeds die so flowers can bloom, and in time they give themselves back to the earth. ↗

— Martin Suarez

#departing #gone #life #life-lessons #suffering-clinging

Ariel: "Why do such stories always sound so sad? Why can't people part on more amiable terms?" Danny: "Human nature," he said. "When feelings change and a person is at their most insecure, it's a matter of personal survival, I think. It's not always meant to hurt, but it often does. ↗

— Judith-Victoria Douglas

#feelings #human-nature #hurt #insecure #parting

Oh, never and forever aren't for mortals, love. But we won't be parted till I know it's right that we part. ↗

— Ursula K. Le Guin

#mythology #parting #inspirational

Parting is all we know of heaven, and all we need of hell. ↗

— Emily Dickinson

#hell #know #need #parting

Imparting knowledge is only lighting other men's candles at our lamp without depriving ourselves of any flame. ↗

— Jane Porter

#candles #depriving #flame #imparting #knowledge

Wedding was quiet and small, home they shared was soulless, their food bland. Sarla and her husband felt like guests in that home rather than family. They wondered what had happened to their son. ↗

— Shilpi Somaya Gowda

#parting #family

...and yet, though desirous to be gone, she could not quit the mansion-house, or look an adieu to the cottage, with its black, dripping and comfortless veranda, or even notice through the misty glasses the last humble tenements of the village, without a saddened heart. Scenes had passed in Uppercross which made it precious. It stood the record of many sensations of pain, once severe, but now softened; and of some instances of relenting feeling, some breathings of friendship and reconciliation, which could never be looked for again, and which could never cease to be dear. She left it all behind her, all but the recollection that such things had been. ↗

— Jane Austen

#feelings #going-away #memories #parting #recollections

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