parting

She sits there and feels the loneliness and the lack of him

Parting with friends is a sadness. A place is only a place.

beneath the stars that drift; she sighed and said "Every tale of a love can only be a tale of ghosts that linger in these spaces wecan never hold,"__s the wind gave echo

Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.

There was no helping her tears. For they would leave Po behind_ She cried into his shoulder like a child. Ashamed of herself, for it was only a parting, and Bitterblue had not wept like this even over a death. __on__ be ashamed,' Po whispered. __our sadness is dear to me. Don__ be frightened. I won__ die, Katsa. I won__ die, and we__l meet again.

I said uselessly, "Sam, don't go."Sam cupped my face in his hands and looked me in the eyes. His eyes were yellow, sad, wolf, mine. "These stay the same. Remember that when you look at me. Remember it's me. Please.

Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.

Something or someone is always waving goodbye.

Each of us repeats Adam__ journey and acknowledges, with the loss of innocence, that he is mortal. Weep and pray, O Arseny. And do not fear death, for death is not just the bitterness of parting. It is also the joy of liberation._ (Laurus, p. 30)

Death and parting are the same.

Such is life, imaginary or otherwise: a continuous parting of ways, a constant flux of approximation and distanciation, lines of fate intersecting at a point which is no-time, a theoretical crossroads fictitiously 'present,' an unstable ice floe forever drifting between was and will be.

It is better to lock up your heart with a merciless padlock, than to fall in love with someone who doesn't know what they mean to you.

Farewell, my great one, my own, farewell, my pride, farewell, my swift, deep, dear river, how I loved your daylong splashing, how I loved to plunge into your cold waves.

Immediately after a divorce or a breakup, your mind whispers that there are plenty more fish in the sea, while your heart shouts that there is only one whoever-you-just-divorced-or-broke-up-with.

Looking back on months and years of intimacy, to feel that your friend, while you still remember the moving words you exchanged, is yet growing distant and living in a world apart__ll this is sadder far than partings brought by death.

I've heard it said that people come into our lives for a reasonBringing something we must learnAnd we are led to those who help us most to grow If we let them and we help them in return.

We have already said more goodbyes than are necessary. Those were goodbyes that brought about the end of partings. We taught each other that no parting is possible.

In every parting there is an image of death.