A Quote by Milan Kundera

Remembering now all those farewells (fake farewells, worked-up farewells), Irena thinks: a person who messes up her goodbyes shouldn’t expect much from her re-unions.

Milan Kundera

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Expect Fake Her Messes Much Now Person Remembering Thinks Those Unions Up Worked

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Milan Kundera
Czechoslovakian - Writer
Born: April 1, 1929

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No one can be a replacement for another person. That is why, farewells are always difficult.

Matsuri Hino

Farewells can be shattering, but returns are surely worse. Solid flesh can never live up to the bright shadow cast by its absence.

Margaret Atwood

Give warm greetings and farewells. I was surprised by how much this resolution changed the atmosphere of my home.

Gretchen Rubin

Wolves hate farewells.

David Clement-Davies

All farewells should be sudden, when forever.

Lord Byron

and now we get to the hard part. the endings, the farewells, and the famous last words. if you don't hear from me often, remember that you're in my thoughts.

Paul Auster

I have had my fill of words and tearful farewells.

Gannicus

Farewells have reasons. If you can sense the reality, time is the medicine.

Kangin

The air is full of farewells to the dying. And mournings for the dead.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Where thou art gone, adieus and farewells are a sound unknown.

William Cowper

Be ahead of all farewells as if they were behind you, like the winter that is just departing.

Rainer Maria Rilke

She was so emotional, on the verge of tears. This was what I'd wanted to prevent with all those quick disappearances, the tangledness of farewells and all the baggage they brought with them. But now, looking at Deb, I realized what else I'd given up: knowing for sure that someone was going to miss me. What happened to goodbye, Michael in Westcott had written on my Ume.com page. I was pretty sure I knew, now. It had been packed away in a box of its own, trying to be forgotten, until I really needed it. Until now.