Parting with friends is a sadness. A place is only a place.

Such is life, imaginary or otherwise: a continuous parting of ways, a constant flux of approximation and distanciation, lines of fate intersecting at a point which is no-time, a theoretical crossroads fictitiously ‘present,’ an unstable...

…and yet, though desirous to be gone, she could not quit the mansion-house, or look an adieu to the cottage, with its black, dripping and comfortless veranda, or even notice through the misty glasses the...

To say goodbye is to die a little.

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...

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

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.

There’s nothing good about goodnight when it means goodbye.

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...

Even if the two lovers are mature and experienced people who know that broken hearts heal in the end and can clearly foresee that, if they once steeled themselves to go through the present agony...

beneath the stars that drift; she sighed and said “Every tale of a love can only be a tale of ghosts that linger in these spaces wecan never hold,”—as the wind gave echo

Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.

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...

There was no helping her tears. For they would leave Po behind… She cried into his shoulder like a child. Ashamed of herself, for it was only a parting, and Bitterblue had not wept like...

Everyone owes nature a death.

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...

Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

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

I said uselessly, “Sam, don’t go.”Sam cupped my face in his hands and looked me in the eyes. His eyes were yellow, sad, wolf, mine. “These stay the same. Remember that when you look at...

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...

Ariel: “Why do such stories always sound so sad? Why can’t people part on more amiable terms?”Danny: “Human nature,” he said. “When feelings change and a person is at their most insecure, it’s a matter...

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...

Good-bye and hello, as always.

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.

Dalek: I will talk to the Doctor.The Doctor: Oh will you? That’s nice. Hello!Dalek: The Dalek strategem nears completion. The fleet is almost ready. You will not intervene.The Doctor: Oh really? Why’s that, then?Dalek: We...