Quotations for Goodbyes
We only part to meet again.
~John Gay (1685–1732), "Black-ey'd Susan"
Kindred hearts no distance parts. ~James Lendall Basford (1845–1915), Seven Seventy Seven Sensations, 1897
Men's feelings are always purest and most glowing in the hour of meeting and of farewell; like the glaciers, which are transparent and rosy-hued only at sunrise and sunset... ~Johann Paul Friedrich Richter (1763–1825)
Nothing makes the earth seem so spacious as to have friends at a distance; they make the latitudes and longitudes. ~Henry David Thoreau, letter to Lidian Jackson Emerson, 1843 May 22nd
Sweet... is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow ray of a departing sun, it falls tenderly yet sadly on the heart. ~Washington Irving, William Irving, & James Kirke Paulding, Salmagundi, 1807
Gone, and the light gone with her and left me in shadow here!
Gone — flitted away,
Taken the stars from the night and the sun from the day!
Gone, and a cloud in my heart, and storm in the air!
~Alfred, Lord Tennyson, "The Window: Or, The Songs of the Wrens," 1870, written for the music of Arthur Sullivan
Good-bye, dear love. This cruel time is such a torture, and each second seems a heart's eternity. ~Laura L. Livingstone (Herbert Dickinson Ward), Lauriel: The Love Letters of an American Girl, 1901
I love you tenderly, adieu. ~Benjamin Franklin, letter to Sarah Davenport, c.1730
Excuse me, then. You know my heart.
But dearest friends, alas! must part.
~John Gay (1685–1732), "The Hare and Many Friends"
Let us thank God... that we can love our friends, our brothers and our sisters, and weep when they are gone, and smile at their return. It is indeed a joy which we are blest to know. ~Emily Dickinson, letter to brother, 1854
To Die and Part
Is a less Evil — But to Part and Live
There, there's the Torment...
~George Granville, Lord Lansdowne (1666–1735), Heroick Love, 1698
And ’t is a strange truth that only in the agony of parting we look into the depths of love. ~George Eliot, Felix Holt, 1866
Tammy made up her mind — she wasn't going to walk to the edge of the swamp with Pete. She didn't want to scatter her
That Love’s a bitter-sweet, I ne’er conceive,
Till the sour minute comes of taking leave,
And then I taste it. But as Men drink up
In haste the bottom of a med’cin’d cup,
And take some syrup after; so do I,
To put all relish from my memory
Of parting, drown it, in the hope to meet
Shortly again, and make our absence sweet...
~Ben Jonson (1572–1637), Under-woods
Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for a while, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never, ever the same. ~Flavia Marie Register Weedn (1929–2015), Forever, 1999, https://flavia.gallery
So sweetly she bade me adieu,
I thought that she bade me return.
~William Shenstone, "Absence," 1743
The best of friends must part... ~Frances Hodgson Burnett, Little Lord Fauntleroy 1885
The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again. ~Charles Dickens, The Life and Adventures of Nicholas Nickleby, 1839
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years:
And every little absence is an age.
~John Dryden, Amphitryon, 1690
May all the blessings of heaven rain down upon you and yours. ~Irish blessing
O, keen and bitter words of woe,
Goodbye—Farewell—Adieu
Which could I choose to send a throe,
In thy kind heart so true?
~Samuel Woodhull, 1851
God bless you — I shall hope to greet you by New-years-day in perfect health — Adieu, my dear friend... ~Laurence Sterne (1713–1768)
Now it comes, the hour of parting,
Coming with the waning day!
Friend from friend in love departing
Hies to happy home away.
Good-by, good-by, good-by!
Oh, why, oh, why, oh, why
Was the bitter word good-by
E'er coined beneath the sky?...
~Sara L. Vickers Oberholtzer, "Good-by," Violet Lee, and Other Poems, 1873
Every parting is a form of death — as every reunion is a type of heaven. ~Amelia B. Edwards, My Brother's Wife, 1855
What anguish gushes from the heart
The quivering lip will tell,
When "two fond souls" are call'd to part
And far from each other dwell.
~Samuel Woodhull, 1851
When I go away from you
The world beats dead
Like a slackened drum.
I call out for you against the jutted stars
And shout into the ridges of the wind.
Streets coming fast,
One after the other,
Wedge you away from me,
And the lamps of the city prick my eyes
So that I can no longer see your face.
Why should I leave you,
To wound myself upon the sharp edges of the night?
~Amy Lowell, "The Taxi"
What I was really hanging around for, I was trying to feel some kind of a
Farewell, my dearest sister, fare thee well:
The elements be kind to thee, and make
Thy spirits all of comfort! fare thee well.
~William Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra, c.1606