Parting is all we know of heaven and all we need of hell.
Visits always give pleasure--if not the arrival, the departure.
There's a kind of release And a kind of torment in every goodbye for every man.
Man's feelings are always purest and most glowing in the hour of meeting and of farewell.
We only part to meet again.
A little while with grief and laughter And then the day will close The shadows gather . . . what comes after No man knows.
Departure should be sudden.
The joys of meeting pay the pangs of absence else who could bear it?
A feeling of sadness and longing that is not akin to pain and resembles sorrow only as the mist resembles the rain.
Goodnight! Goodnight! Parting is such sweet sorrow That I shall say goodnight 'til it be morrow.