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`GUB BYE...

Never part without loving words to think of during your absence.  It may be that you will not meet again in this life. 
A goodbye isn't painful unless you're never going to say hello again. 
Missing someone gets easier every day because even though it's one day further from the last time you saw each other, it's one day closer to the next time you will.
Sweet is the memory of distant friends!  Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart.
Great is the art of beginning, but greater is the art of ending.
The best things said come last.  People will talk for hours saying nothing much and then linger at the door with words that come with a rush from the heart. 
A man never knows how to say goodbye; a woman never knows when to say it. 
Good-byes breed a sort of distaste for whomever you say good-bye to; this hurts, you feel, this must not happen again.
Goodbyes are not forever.
Goodbyes are not the end.
They simply mean I'll miss you
Until we meet again!