Quotations About / On: FAREWELL

Quotations About / On: FAREWELL
William Shakespeare
Yet now farewell, and farewell life with thee!
Jean-Paul Sartre
It is no longer possible to escape men. Farewell to the monsters, farewell to the saints. Farewell to pride. All that is left is men.
William Shakespeare
Sweets to the sweet, farewell!
Isadora Duncan
Farewell, my friends. I go to glory.
Robert Tusker
Surely one's own—farewell to life is preferable to that demanded by the law.
Mason Cooley
Every farewell combines loss and new freedom.
Laurence Sterne
When a man gives himself up to the government of a ruling passion,—or, in other words, when his HOBBY-HORSE grows head- strong,—farewell cool reason and fair discretion.
Shah Asad Rizvi
If dance found a home in every heart and soul; smiles would forever bid farewell to the departure of sorrow.
Shalom Freedman
A life has too much in it to be completely characterized in one farewell sentence, however striking or memorable
William Shakespeare
O, now for ever Farewell the tranquil mind, farewell content, Farewell the plumèd troops and the big wars That makes ambition virtue! O, farewell!
Henry David Thoreau
It is impossible to say all that we think, even to our truest Friend. We may bid him farewell forever sooner than complain, for our complaint is too well grounded to be uttered.
William Shakespeare
But fare thee well, most foul, most fair! Farewell, Thou pure impiety and impious purity!
William Shakespeare
Farewell, and if my fortune be not crossed, I have a father, you a daughter, lost.
William Shakespeare
Cold indeed, and labor lost: Then farewell heat, and welcome frost!
William Shakespeare
Come leave your tears: a brief farewell. The beast With many heads butts me away.
William Blake
Farewell green fields and happy groves, Where flocks have took delight.
William Shakespeare
Whether we shall meet again I know not. Therefore our everlasting farewell take.
Hanna Abideen
You are that falling autumn leaf Glancing at me to bid a farewell
William Shakespeare
Farewell? a long farewell to all my greatness. This is the state of man; today he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes, tomorrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honors thick upon him: The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root, And then he falls as I do.
William Shakespeare
Brutus. Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true. Messala. Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell, For certain she is dead, and by strange manner. Brutus. Why, farewell, Portia. We must die, Messala.

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