Sometimes we look for those thunderous things to happen in our life for our lives to change or go in the other direction. We seek the miracle. We seek the parting of the seas, the moving of the mountains. But no, its a quiet thing. At least for me it was.
Parting is worse than death; it is death of love!
You should always be careful of what you say in parting.
Meeting someone is God's doing, but parting is what humans do themselves.
We shall find no fiend in hell can match the fury of a disappointed woman; scorned, slighted, dismissed without a parting pang.
Partings are the beginnings of new meetings. Beginnings happen because there are endings.
. . . 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.
I think the most beautiful thing is that we're not parting because there were problems. We're parting because we're celebrating each others' growth.
The unmarried woman seldom escapes a widowhood of the spirit. There is sure to be some one, parent, brother, sister, friend, more comfortable to her than the day, with whom her life is so entwined that the wrench of parting leaves a torn void never entirely healed or filled.
Parting is such sweet sorrow
Forever, and forever, farewell, Cassius! If we do meet again, why, we shall smile; If not, why then this parting was well made.
The tender friendships one gives up, on parting, leave their bite on the heart, but also a curious feeling of a treasure somewhere buried.
They who go Feel not the pain of parting; it is they Who stay behind that suffer.
Parting with friends is a sadness. A place is only a place.
If e'er I win a parting token, 'Tis something that has lost its power-- A chain that has been used and broken, A ruin'd glove, a faded flower; Something that makes my pleasure less, Something that means--forgetfulness.
Real separation, to me, is the death of love. Any other - parting - well, it just isn't real.
The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.
Every parting is a form of death, as every reunion is a type of heaven.
Such a little thing really, a kiss. . . most people don't give it a moment's consideration. They kiss on meeting, they kiss on parting, that simple touching of flesh is taken entirely for granted as a basic human right.
JedeTrennung gibt einenVorgeschmack desTodesund jedes Wiedersehen einenVorgeschmack der Auferstehung. Every parting is a foretaste of death, and every reunion a foretaste of resurrection.
