We Will Miss You Quotes by Charles M. Schulz, Gilda Radner, Helen Rowland, Elizabeth Bowen, Nicholas Sparks, Edward Young and many others.

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.
Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next.
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.
The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected.
But fate ordains that dearest friends must part.
One kind kiss before we part,
Drop a tear and bid adieu;
Though we sever, my fond heart
Till we meet shall pant for you.
Drop a tear and bid adieu;
Though we sever, my fond heart
Till we meet shall pant for you.
Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart.
Man’s feelings are always purest and most glowing in the hour of meeting and of farewell.
Never forget me, because if I thought you would, I’d never leave.
And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
Love is missing someone whenever you’re apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you’re close in heart.
Nothing makes the earth seem so spacious as to have friends at a distance; they make the latitudes and longitudes.
As the presence of those we love is as a double life, so absence, in its anxious longing and sense of vacancy, is as a foretaste of death.
Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.
I miss everything about you. Can’t believe that I still want youAnd after all the things we’ve been through.
Every parting is a form of death, as every reunion is a type of heaven.