Saying Goodbye Is Hard Quotes by Garrison Keillor, Khalil Gibran, Tryon Edwards, Fanny Kemble, Meghan O’Rourke, Nicholas Sparks and many others.

Be well, do good work, and keep in touch.
And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
Every parting is a form of death, as every reunion is a type of heaven.
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?
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?
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.
The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected.
Great is the art of beginning, but greater is the art of ending.
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.
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.
Good bye may seem forever. Farewell is like the end, but in my heart is the memory and there you will always be.
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.
Is not absence death to those who love?
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.
Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
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.
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.
As contraries are known by contraries, so is the delight of presence best known by the torments of absence.