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The hardest part of the show is saying goodbye when it's all done. It really breaks you.
Sep 15, 2025
It hath been often said, that it is not death, but dying, which is terrible.
The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.
And the relationships that happen become so intense, deep, involved and complex and really hard to say goodbye to. The hardest part of the show is saying goodbye when it's all done. It really breaks you.
Good bye may seem forever. Farewell is like the end, but in my heart is the memory and there you will always be.
Distance of Time and Place do really cure what they seem to aggravate; and taking Leave of our Friends resembles taking Leave of the World, concerning which it hath been often said, that it is not Death but Dying which is terrible.
Be well, do good work, and keep in touch.
No distance of place or lapse of time can lessen the friendship of those who are thoroughly persuaded of each other's worth.
Every parting is a form of death, as every reunion is a type of heaven.
Not to understand a treasure's worth till time has stole away the slighted good, is cause of half the poverty we feel, and makes the world the wilderness it is.
It feels right. But it's emotional. Saying goodbye to anything you've done that long is hard.
Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.
Man's feelings are always purest and most glowing in the hour of meeting and of farewell.
Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.
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.
There is a time for departure even when there's no certain place to go.
Happy trails to you, until we meet again. Some trails are happy ones, Others are blue. It's the way you ride the trail that counts, Here's a happy one for you.
The song is ended, but the melody lingers on.
A death from a long illness is very different from a sudden death. It gives you time to say goodbye and time to adjust to the idea that the beloved will not be with you anymore.
If there ever comes a day when we can't be together, keep me in your heart. I'll stay there forever.
The world is round and the place which may seem like the end may also be only the beginning.
A bear, however hard he tries, grows tubby without exercise.
The story of life is quicker then the blink of an eye, the story of love is hello, goodbye.
How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
Great is the art of beginning, but greater is the art of ending.
Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens.
The loss of a friend is like that of a limb; time may heal the anguish of the wound, but the loss cannot be repaired.
I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle and end.
The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected.
Don't underestimate the value of Doing Nothing
It's time to say goodbye, but I think goodbyes are sad and I'd much rather say hello. Hello to a new adventure.
Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next.
Don't underestimate the value of Doing Nothing, of just going along, listening to all the things you can't hear, and not bothering.
Never part without loving words to think of during your absence. It may be that you will not meet again in this life.
Ye flowers that drop, forsaken by the spring, Ye birds that, left by summer, cease to sing, Ye trees that fade, when Autumn heats remove, Say, is not absence death to those who love?
As the presence of those we love is as a double life, so absence, in its anxious longing and sense of vacancy, is as a foretaste of death.
Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.
As contraries are known by contraries, so is the delight of presence best known by the torments of absence.
What shall I do with all the days and hours That must be counted ere I see thy face? How shall I charm the interval that lowers Between this time and that sweet time of grace?
Is not absence death to those who love?
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.
Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
Love is missing someone whenever you're apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you're close in heart.
And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart.
Can miles truly separate you from friends... If you want to be with someone you love, aren't you already there?
If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.
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