“Farewell! I go to find the Sun!”

“Farewell until eternity, where you and I shall not find ourselves together.”

“(Streets of Sorrow)Oh, farewell you streets of sorrowOh, farewell you streets of painI'll not return to feel more sorrowThrough the years I've lived through terrorAnd in the darkened streets, the painOh, how I long to find some solaceIn my mind, I curse the strainSo, farewell, you streets of sorrowAnd, farewell, you streets of pain”

“My Heart's In The HighlandsFarewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth; Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands for ever I love. Chorus.-My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go. Farewell to the mountains, high-cover'd with snow, Farewell to the straths and green vallies below; Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods, Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods. My heart's in the Highlands, &c.”

“Farewell!" was the cry of my heart as I left him. Despair added, "Farewell for ever!”

“Nama'rie! Nai hiruvalye Valimar.Nai elye hiruva. Namarie!Farewell! Maybe thou shalt find Valimar. Maybe even thou shalt find it.Farewell!”