Finally, brethren, farewell. Be perfect, be of good comfort, be of one mind, live in peace; and the God of love and peace shall be with you.
Forever, and forever, farewell, Cassius! If we do meet again, why, we shall smile; If not, why then this parting was well made.
Parting is all we know of heaven and all we need to know of hell.
Love is missing someone whenever you’re apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you’re close in heart.
You and I will meet again, When we’re least expecting it, One day in some far off place, I will recognize your face, I won’t say goodbye my friend, For you and I will meet again.
When I mount the scaffold at last these will be my farewell words to the sheriff: Say what you will against me when I am gone, but don’t forget to add, in common justice, that I was never converted to anything.
Don’t be dismayed by good-byes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again, after moments or lifetimes, is certain for those who are friends.
The bitter word which closed all, earthly friendships, and finished every feast of love – farewell.
Good-byes breed a sort of distaste for whomever you say good-bye to; this hurts, you feel, this must not happen again.
We will put no impediment in your way and we will be at dockside bidding you a farewell as you set off into the sunset.
Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling into at night. I miss you like hell.
Some people come into our lives and leave footprints on our hearts and we are never ever the same.
Farewell the tranquil mind; farewell content! Farewell the plumed troop and the big wars That make ambition virtue!
It is no longer possible to escape men. Farewell to the monsters, farewell to the saints. Farewell to pride. All that is left is men.
Farewell! If ever fondest prayer For other’s weal availed on high, Mine will not all be lost in air But waft thy name beyond the sky.
