Why can't we get all the people together in the world that we really like and then just stay together? I guess that wouldn't work. Someone would leave. Someone always leaves. Then we would have to say good-bye. I hate good-byes. I know what I need. I need more hellos.

Farewell, my sister, fare thee well. The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee well.

Farewell! a word that must be, and hath been— A sound which makes us linger;—yet—farewell!

Farewell! For in that word—that fatal word—howe’er We promise—hope—believe—there breathes despair.

Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.