Charles M. Schulz Quotes

When the show's not around any more, it's going to be hard not to have her in my life.

Don't be dismayed by good-byes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again, after moments or lifetimes, is certain for those who are friends.

If you never stop when you wave goodbye you just might find, if you give it time, you will wave hello again.

I want my friend to miss me as long as I miss him.

When I was leaving I kind of felt a little bit sad, because I made some friends down in skid row.

It was the first time she had visited me here in upstate New York. It was the last time I saw her.

Parting is all we know of heaven, and all we need of hell.

I used to get quite upset that I'd make friends with a guy or a girl and then within the space of three years we'd move and go and live somewhere else, and you'd have to say goodbye to that person.

Odd how much it hurts when a friend moves away- and leaves behind only silence.

No man is so perfect, so necessary to his friends, as to give them no cause to miss him less.

Nothing is so dear as what you're about to leave.

Saying goodbye to close ones is always the hardest.

'Dog Years' is sort of my way of saying goodbye and 'see you soon' to my friends from college.

Today, loss is something everybody feels. It could be the loss of a friend moving away. It could be your best friend moves to the other side of town or his family does. It's a loss.

It's so hard saying goodbye... it's hard saying good bye to all the things that one has held dear for weeks, months, sometimes years.

This is a long goodbye, yet not time enough. I have no aptitude for this. I cannot learn this. I would hold on, and hold on, until my hands clutch at emptiness.

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.

It's the emptiest and yet the fullest of all human messages: 'Good-bye.

Seeking support from friends and and family is like having people gathered around at your deathbed. It's nice, but when the ship sails, all they can do is stand on the dock waving goodbye.

The French say that to part is to die a little. To be forgotten too is to die a little. It is to lose some of the links that anchor us to the rest of humanity.

When I'm all alone, nobody else can say goodbye.

Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.

Why, Robert Singh often wondered, did we give our hearts to friends whose life spans are so much shorter than our own?