A chord, stronger or weaker, is snapped asunder in every parting, and time's busy fingers are not practised in re-splicing broken ties. Meet again you may; will it be in the same way? with the same sympathies? with the same sentiments? Will the souls, hurrying on in diverse paths, unite once more, as if the interval had been a dream? Rarely, rarely!
Let us not unman each other; part at once; all farewells should be sudden, when forever.
In every parting there is an image of death.
I have no parting sigh to give, so take my parting smile.
To die and part is a less evil; but to part and live, there, there is the torment.
There is such sweet pain in parting, that I could hang forever on thine arms and look away my life into thine eyes.
Could we see when and where we are to meet again, we would be more tender when we bid our friends good-by.
Never part without loving words to think of during your absence. It may be that you will not meet again in life.
Adieu! I have too grieved a heart to take a tedious leave.
What! gone without a word? Ay, so true love should do: it cannot speak; for truth hath better deeds than words to grace it.
Farewell, God knows when we shall meet again.—I have a faint cold fear thrill through my veins, that almost freezes up the heat of life.
Parting and forgetting?—What faithful heart can do these?—Our great thoughts, our great affections, the truths of our life, never leave us.—Surely, they cannot be separate from our consciousness; will follow it whithersoever that shall go, and are, of their nature, divine and immortal.