#parting

They parted at last with mutual civility, and possibly a mutual desire of never meeting again. ↗

— Jane Austen

#mr-darcy #parting #pride-and-prejudice #civilization

The Declaration of Independence, the Constitution, the Civil War-when I really think about them they all seem about as likely as the parting of the Red Sea. ↗

— Sarah Vowell

#civil #civil war #constitution #declaration #i

Every parting gives a foretaste of death, every reunion a hint of the resurrection. ↗

— Arthur Schopenhauer

#every #gives #hint #parting #resurrection

Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#good night #i #morrow #night #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

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

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