Quotes About Farewell

Quotes on Departure

• Without the shocks we experience, we would remain deceived for a longer time; they are harsh but truthful.
• Departure is like a flowing river that, after its surroundings flourish, eventually runs dry.
• The pinnacle of suffering is yearning for someone while striving to forget them.
• I know that one day I will bid you farewell with tears in my eyes, while my heart screams for your longing… Please stay, do not drift away.
• I long for my former self, the one who was carefree and indifferent to worries.
• I can’t bear being apart from you; do not leave and let your presence illuminate my world… May my eyes never shed tears for you nor my heart forget you.
• I seek departure so our love remains beautiful and lasts longer.
• Separation has a language of tears, a conversation of silence, and a gaze that wanders the skies.
• The worst kind of person to leave you is one who departs yet remains in your heart.
• Our moments in love have wings, while in separation, they have claws; and how often does parting occur without a reunion, but there’s no reunion without separation.
• I have willingly distanced myself from some loved ones because I saw their hearts enjoy my departure. Yes, I miss them, but I placed my dignity above my longing.
• The hardest sentiment in the world is to love someone deeply and be cast out from the heart of the one you love without any warning.
• It is painful to wear a constant smile on your face while it is absent from your heart.
• Indeed, I will leave… but without saying goodbye. I will depart without your heart feeling my absence… I will go, but I am trying to gather my heart’s feelings… Help me, my heart, to leave.
• How difficult it is to cry without tears, how hard it is to leave without returning, and how challenging it is to feel constricted as if the surroundings are closing in on you.
• The silence causes me pain, life brings me pain, and the consequences of voicing out my feelings hurt me.
• I wish time could rewind, and that our meetings could last forever. However, no matter how many years pass, death will always be the pain, and memories will remain a lexicon frequented by the touches of goodbyes and separations, and parting with death is the essence of existence.
• The anguish is that I love you with all my life, while your time is stolen by someone else.
• I have reached a point where I do not force anyone to stay with me, nor do I regret losing anyone.
• At the time of departure, let your eyes speak—for those who loved you will understand their depth. Make your farewell a masterpiece of emotions, which artists strive to depict yet fail to capture; this will be the last imprint time records in your account.
• Departure is a sorrow akin to the sun’s heat that vaporizes memories from the heart to elevate them above, while the eyes respond with tears to cool the flames of memories.
• Separation is a fire without boundaries, known only to those who have been burned by its flames.
• After parting, everything becomes slow; minutes and hours become tormenting, and I suffer in their fleeting seconds.
• If one day you decide to leave a loved one, do not leave them with a wound. For those who gave us their hearts deserve not to have arrows shot into them or to be left with moments of pain. How beautiful it is to cherish together the moments of beautiful times.
• Departure: the silent killer, the dead conqueror, the wound that never heals, the disease that carries its cure.
• In memory, my sorrow flows, causing my eyes to shed tears. If time passes and you do not see me, seek me amongst those who loved me; if separation increases and you still do not see me, remember me through my words.
• If you sit alone one day, trying to gather around you the shadows of beautiful days spent with your loved one, cast aside all feelings of pain and loneliness that separated you. Try to compile in your notebooks all the beautiful words you heard from those you love, and all the sincere words you expressed to them.
• We were always together, sharing joys and sorrows. We constantly sought to steal moments of beauty from our days, trying to make these moments last long, and striving for lasting happiness and love. We always hoped to stay together until the end of time, but we never considered that meetings do not last, and that fate holds the reins; truly, we are powerless against destiny’s whims and changes.
• If fate permits you to reunite one day, do not begin with blame, reproach, or sadness. Instead, remember the last moment of love you shared to bridge the past with the present—and do not search for past grievances. What’s lost is gone; the present is far more important, and the moment of meeting is much more beautiful than echoes of a painful farewell. If you reunite, strive to avoid the mistakes of the past that separated you, for a person must learn from their experiences.
• If you discover that all doors are closed and that hope is lost, and that the person you loved has locked the keys to their heart and thrown them into the oblivion of forgetfulness, only then will I tell you that your dignity is much more valuable than your wounded heart—even if its blood spills across the vast expanse of the universe. It won’t help to call out to a beloved who cannot hear you, nor to dwell in a house where you are a stranger, nor to live on the memory of one who dismissed you without reason. In love, do not forsake those who cherish you… nor buy from those who cast you aside, and do not mourn for them.
• You left me, and I gaze at your picture, recalling our beautiful memories and sweet moments that we shared together. How much we rejoiced, how much we cried, and how many challenges we overcame together. But this time has taught me that life is merely a collection of pictures.
• I despise the rituals of farewell; we do not say goodbye to those we love because, in reality, we never part from them. Farewell is meant for strangers, and not for dear ones.
• Within me are remnants of those who have departed and a heart that calls out for the absent; have mercy on me, for nostalgia has worn me thin.
• Moments of parting resemble sincerity; they are intense, curious, and deeply tense. They compress trivial details and focus on the jewels, illuminating perception and igniting the spirit.
• I have no option left but to depart amidst my papers, the lines, and remnants of poetry… I have no choice but to travel from one fire to another… or remain in the torment of your eyes and wait… this departure is not an easy fate to bear… yet I am compelled to make this decision… to embrace the pain of time… and travel against the raging winds… amidst the cold rains… I have no choice but to leave your love… to shed the garments of passion… and challenge fate… to walk alone upon the thorns of pain… to continue my journey, still unaware of where this path will lead me.
• After parting, do not wait for the moon’s rise to complain of the pain of separation, for it will set to shed its burdens and will return as a new moon. Do not stand by the sea, stirring its waves with your tears, for it will bury your sorrows in an unfathomable depth and will return to us as a calm sea. This is the nature of the universe; one day it carries you, and another day you carry it.
• If time separates you two, do not remember the one you loved except with sincere feelings. Speak only of them with wonderful and noble sentiments, for they gave you their heart while you gave them your life—nothing is more precious than the heart and life in a person’s existence.