Quotes on Parting

I beseech you to treasure up in your hearts these my parting words: Be ashamed to die until you have won some victory for humanity.

We turn, three men bound by love, by history, by circumstance, and most certainly by the awful grace of God, and together walk a narrow lane where headstones press close all around, reminding me gently of Warren Redstone’s parting wisdom, which I understand now. The dead are never far from us. They’re in our hearts and on our minds and in the end all that separates us from them is a single breath, one final puff of air.

...of two simple men I saw today on the pier in the midst of the crowd, parting the parting of dear friends, the one to remain hung on the other's neck and passionately kissed him. While the one to depart tightly pressed the one to remain in his arms.

When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years.

A believer is a bird in a cage, a freethinker is an eagle parting the clouds with tireless wing.

Time is like a fashionable host _x000D_ _x000D_ That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, _x000D_ _x000D_ And with his arm outstretch'd, as he would fly, _x000D_ _x000D_ Grasps in the comer.

Fare thee well, and if for ever Still for ever fare thee well.

All partings foreshadow the great final one.

When I go from hence, let this be my parting word, that what I have seen is unsurpassable.

If youth is the season of hope, it is often so only in the sense that our elders are hopeful about us; for no age is so apt as youth to think its emotions, partings, and resolves are the last of their kind. Each crisis seems final, simply because it is new. We are told that the oldest inhabitants in Peru do not cease to be agitated by the earthquakes, but they probably see beyond each shock, and reflect that there are plenty more to come.

When I go from hence, let this be my parting word, that what I have seen is unsurpassable. I have tasted of the hidden honey of this lotus that expands on the ocean of light, and thus I am blessed—let this be my parting word. In this playhouse of infinite forms I have had my play and here have I caught sight of him who is formless. My whole body and my limbs have thrilled with his touch who is beyond touch; and if the end comes here, let it come—let this be my parting word.

I thought I was your destination. Looks like I was just another stop on the line.

A craftsman pulled a reed from the reedbed, cut holes in it, and called it a human being. Since then, it's been wailing a tender agony of parting, never mentioning the skill that gave it life as a flute

Parting is inevitably painful, even for a short time. It's like an amputation, I feel a limb is being torn off, without which I shall be unable to function. And yet, once it is done... life rushes back into the void, richer, more vivid and fuller than before.