“Damn! I hate farewells!”
“Wolves hate farewells,...”
“Two farewell gifts," Sadie muttered, "from two gorgeous guys. I hate my life.”
“But if the arrow is straightAnd the point is slick,It can pierce through dust no matter how thick.So I'll make my standAnd remain as I amAnd bid farewell and not give a damn.”
“Farewell!" was the cry of my heart as I left him. Despair added, "Farewell for ever!”
“...the opposite of love is not hate -- it's apathy. It's not giving a damn. If somebody hates me, they must "feel" something ... or they couldn't possibly hate. Therefore, there's some way in which I can get to them.”