Good-byes breed a sort of distaste for whomever you say good-bye to; this hurts, you feel, this must not happen again.
Going away: I can generally bear the separation, but I don't like the leave-taking.
All farewells should be sudden, when forever.
Get out of here and leave me alone. Last words are for fools who haven’t said enough already.
If, after I depart this vale, you ever remember me and have thought to please my ghost, forgive some sinner and wink your eye at some homely girl.
"Epitaph" from Smart Set (December 1921)
Could we see when and where we are to meet again, we would be more tender when we bid our friends goodbye.
Every parting gives a foretaste of death, every reunion a hint of the resurrection.