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.

I've heard it said that people come into our lives for a reasonBringing something we must learnAnd we are led to those who help us most to grow If we let them and we help them in return.

I don't know when we'll see each other again or what the world will be like when we do. We may both have seen many horrible things. But I will think of you every time I need to be reminded that there is beauty and goodness in the world.

O sky above me, you modest, glowing sky! O you, my happiness before sunrise! Day is coming: so let us part!

To say goodbye is to die a little.

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.

Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow.

God be with you till we meet again.

To part is to die a little.

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

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

We shall not come again. We never shall come back again.

There is a time to separate from our mother. But unless we are ready to separate-unless we are ready to leave her and be left-anything is better than separation.

Every parting gives a foretaste of death; every coming together again a foretaste of the resurrection.

The return makes one love the farewell.

There's a kind of release And a kind of torment in every goodbye for every man.

Going away: I can generally bear the separation, but I don't like the leave-taking.

In every parting there is an image of death.

To leave is to die a little; It is to die to what one loves. One leaves behind a little of oneself At any hour, any place.