Heartfelt Goodbye Quotes

Parting is such sweet sorrow

I love you,too, Garrett. But sometimes love isn't enough.

For a while I shall still be leaving, looking back at you as you slip away into the magic islands of the mind. But for a while now all are alive, believing that in a single poignant hour we did say all that we could ever say in a great flowing out of radiant power. It was like seeing and then going blind.

I regret nothing, but I am sorry that I am about to leave my friends.

Goodbye- please don't cry/we both know that I'm not what you need. But I will always love you.

Farewell, my friends! farewell, my foes! My peace with these, my love with those. The bursting tears my heart declare; Farewell, the bonnie banks of Ayr.

Minho looked at Thomas, a serious expression on his face. "If I don't see you on the other side," he said in a sappy voice, "remember that I love you.

We stood up and bade each other farewell, but love and despair stood between us like two ghosts, one stretching his wings with his fingers over our throats, one weeping and the other laughing hideously. As I took Selma's hand and put it to my lips, she came close to me and placed a kiss on my forehead, then dropped on the wooden bench. She shut her eyes and whispered softly, "Oh, Lord God, have mercy on me and mend my broken wings!

I'm awful dull, but I hope I've beat out something nigh the rights of this at last. And so GOD bless you, dear old Pip, old chap, GOD bless you!

I left Mainz after 18 years and thought, 'Next time, I will work with a little less of my heart.' I said that because we all cried for a week. The city gave us a goodbye party, and it lasted a week.

It's so hard to listen to these trains outside my window, here it comes again. And it's calling me, begging me, follow me down the track. And it moans so dark and low, baby ain't comin' back... It sounds like crying, it sounds like letting go. Breathing and lying, sinking and dying slow. And I watch from my window, touching the cold glass sky. As the train rolls down the track, I say goodbye.

He recognized her despite the uproar, through his tears of unrepeatable sorrow at dying without her, and he looked at her for the last and final time with eyes more luminous, more grief-stricken, more grateful than she had ever seen them in half a century of a shared life, and he managed to say to her with his last breath: “Only God knows how much I loved you

I miss dating only for that final moment you kiss goodnight, watch her get out of your car and run into the police station.

We turned at a dozen paces, for love is a duel, and looked at each other for the last time.

It is always sad to leave a place to which one knows one will never return.

I'll be back so soon you won't have time to miss me. Look after my heart I've left it with you

Saying goodbye to Dortmund was difficult for me of course.

...of two simple men I saw today on the pier in the midst of the crowd, parting the parting of dear friends, the one to remain hung on the other's neck and passionately kissed him. While the one to depart tightly pressed the one to remain in his arms.

Yet leave me not; yet, if thou wilt, be free; love me no more, but love my love of thee.

Bridget cried for the leavers and the left. For the people, like herself, grimly forsaking what precious gifts they would ever get.

The best moment of love is when the lover leaves in the taxi.

And thus I take my leave of the world and of you all, and I heartily desire you all to pray for me.