parting

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

Every parting is a form of death, as every reunion is a type of heaven.

Good-night good-night! parting is such sweet sorrow That I shall say good-night till it be morrow.

The sweetest flower that blows I give you as we part. For you it is a rose For me it is my heart.

Oh has thou forgotten how soon we must sever? Oh hast thou forgotten this day we must part? It may be for years and it may be forever Oh why art thou silent thou voice of my heart?

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.

Departure should be sudden.

Fare thee well! and if for ever Still for ever fare thee well.

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

Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! - I have as much soul as you, - and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you!

Shall the day of parting be the day of gathering?And shall it be said that my eve was in truth my dawn?

I have more care to staythan will to go.

Good-bye and hello, as always.

They embraced in parting. There were tears in the merchant__ eyes:__ do not like parting.___ife consists of partings,_ said Arseny. __ut you can rejoice more fully in companionship when you remember that.___ut I would (the merchant Vladislav blew his nose) gather up all the good people I__e met and never let them go.___ think then they would quickly become mean,_ smiled Ambrogio. (p. 238)

A pain stabbed my heart, as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.

Yes" Said Gandalf; "for it will be better to ride back three together than one alone. Well, here at last, dear friends, on the shores of the Sea comes the end of out fellowship in Middle-earth. Go in peace! I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil.

I wished I had told her what I was doing. I wished I had said more, argued more. Maybe then I wouldn't have this hollow ache in my chest whenever I thought of our parting words. Had she already moved on, forgotten me? In her position, what she said made sense, but the thought of her with someone else made me wish I had something to fight, to kill, just so I could forget.

To say goodbye is to die a little.