Browsing Topic Best Goodbye My Love Quotes

Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it happened.

Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.

Great is the art of beginning, but greater is the art of ending.

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.

The best things said come last. People will talk for hours saying nothing much and then linger at the door with words that come with a rush from the heart.

In the hope to meetShortly again, and make our absence sweet.

As contraries are known by contraries, so is the delight of presence best known by the torments of absence.

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?

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.

Is not absence death to those who love?

If I leave here tomorrow, will you still remember me?

Gone – flitted away, Taken the stars from the night and the sun From the day! Gone, and a cloud in my heart.

The return makes one love the farewell.

Why can’t we get all the people together in the world that we really like and then just stay together? I guess that wouldn’t work. Someone would leave. Someone always leaves. Then we would have to say good-bye. I hate good-byes. I know what I need. I need more hellos.

Happy trails to you, until we meet again.

It’s the way you ride the trail that counts.

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.

Goodbye, my love, my life. Goodbye, goodbye.

Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.

What shall I do with all the days and hoursThat must be counted ere I see thy face?How shall I charm the interval that lowersBetween this time and that sweet time of grace?

But fate ordains that dearest friends must part.

It hath been often said, that it is not death, but dying, which is terrible.

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.

Nothing makes the earth seem so spacious as to have friends at a distance; they make the latitudes and longitudes.

Distance of Time and Place do really cure what they seem to aggravate; and taking Leave of our Friends resembles taking Leave of the World, concerning which it hath been often said, that it is not Death but Dying which is terrible.

A man never knows how to say goodbye; a woman never knows when to say it.

Some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle and end.

Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.

The story of life is quicker then the blink of an eye, the story of love is hello, goodbye.