A Quote by Cassandra Clare

Hail and Farewell, my brother.

Cassandra Clare

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Brother Farewell Hail My Brother

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Cassandra Clare
American - Author
Born: July 27, 1973

Through many waters borne, brother, I am come to thy sad grave, that I may give these last gifts to the dead. Forever and ever, brother, hail. Forever and ever, farewell.

Cassandra Clare

Farewell happy fields, Where joy forever dwells: Hail, horrors, hail.

John Milton

Atque in pepetuum, frater, ave atque vale,” he whispered. The words of the poem had never seemed so fitting: Forever and ever, my brother, hail and farewell.

Cassandra Clare

Forever and ever, brother, hail. Forever and ever, farewell.

Cassandra Clare

Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content! Farewell the plumed troops, and the big wars That make ambition virtue.

William Shakespeare

Farewell, my friends! farewell, my foes! My peace with these, my love with those. The bursting tears my heart declare; Farewell, the bonnie banks of Ayr.

Robert Burns

Farewell all relations and friends in Christ; farewell acquaintances and all earthly enjoyments; farewell reading and preaching, praying and believing, wanderings, reproaches, and sufferings.

Donald Cargill

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.

Jean-Paul Sartre

Hail brother, the distant thunder is nothing but hearts beating as one.

Patti Smith

Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars That make ambition virtue! O, farewell! Farewell the neighing steed and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, th' ear-piercing fife, The royal banner, and all quality, Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war!

William Shakespeare

Who hail thee, Man! the pilgrim of the day, spouse of the worm, and brother of the clay.

Thomas Campbell

So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear,Farewell remorse: all good to me is lost;Evil,be thou my good.

John Milton

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.

Boris Pasternak

To all my gentle readers who have treated me with love for over 30 years, I must say farewell. It has always been my ambition to die in harness with my head face down on a keyboard and my nose caught between two of the keys, but that's not the way it worked out. I have had a long and happy life and I have no complaints about the ending, thereof, and so farewell - farewell.