| Author |
Quotes |
| Bible | For the king of Babylon stood at the parting of the way, at the head of the two ways, to use divination: he made his arrows bright, he consulted with images, he looked in the liver. |
| Francis Thompson | She went her unremembering way, She went and left in me The pang of all the partings gone, And partings yet to be. |
| James Whitcomb Riley | Say good-bye er howdy-do-- What's the odds betwixt the two? Comin'--goin'--every day-- Best friends first to go away-- Grasp of hands you'd ruther hold Than their weight in solid gold, Slips their grip while greetin' you,-- Say good-bye er howdy-do? |
| John Gay | We only part to meet again. |
| John Gay | Excuse me, then! you know my heart; But dearest friends, alas! must part. |
| Matthew Prior | Now fitted the halter, now travers'd the cart, And often took leave; but was loth to part. |
| Pierre Jean de Beranger | Adieu! 'tis love's last greeting, The parting hour is come! And fast thy soul is fleeting To seek its starry home. |
| Robert Dodsley | One kind kiss before we part, Drop a tear, and bid adieu; Though we sever, my fond heart Till we meet shall pant for you. |
| Thomas Bailey Aldrich | Good night! I have to say good night, To such a host of peerless things! |
| Thomas Bailey Aldrich | Till then, good-night! You wish the time were now? And I. You do not blush to wish it so? You would have blush'd yourself to death To own so much a year ago. What! both these snowy hands? ah, then I'll have to say, Good-night again. |
| Thomas Otway | If we must part forever, Give me but one kind word to think upon, And please myself with, while my heart's breaking. |
| Thomas Percy | Shall I bid her goe? what and if I doe? Shall I bid her goe and spare not? Oh no, no, no, I dare not. |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | Good-night! good-night! as we so oft have said Beneath this roof at midnight, in the days That are no more, and shall no more return. Thou hast but taken up thy lamp and gone to bed, I stay a little longer, as one stays To cover up the embers that still burn. |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | My Book and Heart Shall never part. |
| Lord Alfred Tennyson | Gone--flitted away, Taken the stars from the night and the sun From the day! Gone, and a cloud in my heart. |
| William Shakespeare | If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed, If not, 'tis true this parting was well made. |
| William Shakespeare | They say be parted well and paid his score, And so, God be with him. |
| William Shakespeare | Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow. |
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