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.
We only part to meet again.
Good-night good-night! parting is such sweet sorrow That I shall say good-night till it be morrow.
Parting is all we know of heaven and all we need of hell.
They embraced in parting. There were tears in the merchant’s eyes:“I do not like parting.”“Life consists of partings,” said Arseny. “But you can rejoice more fully in companionship when you remember that.”“But I would (the merchant Vladislav blew his nose) gather up all the good people I’ve met and never let them go.”“I think then they would quickly become mean,” smiled Ambrogio. (p. 238)
Even if the two lovers are mature and experienced people who know that broken hearts heal in the end and can clearly foresee that, if they once steeled themselves to go through the present agony of parting, they would almost certainly be happier ten years hence than marriage is at all likely to make them - even then, they would not part.
Death and parting are the same.
Oh, never and forever aren't for mortals, love. But we won't be parted till I know it's right that we part.
The sweetest flower that blows I give you as we part. For you it is a rose For me it is my heart.
Oh has thou forgotten how soon we must sever? Oh hast thou forgotten this day we must part? It may be for years and it may be forever Oh why art thou silent thou voice of my heart?