Examples of using "Adieu" in a sentence and their english translations:
Bye, bye, bye, bye...
Bye bye
Farewell.
Farewell!
Farewell, my friend.
Bye, bye Blackbird
Thank you and goodbye!
- Good-bye!
- Goodbye!
- Farewell!
- Good bye!
Farewell, my friend.
giving them a soft goodbye
- Goodbye!
- Bye!
- Farewell!
Goodbye and good luck.
Why are you saying goodbye?
Good-bye and good luck.
Thank you and goodbye!
Farewell photo with the megaliner.
Farewell, Cuba.
- Goodbye, Tatoeba. It was great fun.
- Goodbye, Tatoeba. It was a lot of fun.
He said goodbye to him and left.
How do you say "good bye" in German?
He left without even telling me.
So long, and thanks for all the fish!
Please bid farewell, my Lady, to your husband.
- Good-bye!
- Goodbye!
I have been to the airport to see him off.
I don't want to say goodbye to you.
For him it's a bit of a farewell too.
He said, "So long, my friends," and left us.
You were at the airport to say goodbye to him.
Goodbye and good luck.
Tom kissed his kids goodbye.
She had to say goodbye to her hometown.
I don't say goodbye, I say "until next time."
It's already a farewell for the 64-year-old.
Even pilots have to retire. A farewell that is difficult.
She was forced to say farewell to the city of her birth.
together his dream crew himself for his farewell flight .
- He left without saying goodbye.
- She left without saying goodbye.
I just dropped in to say goodbye.
I have been to the airport to see him off.
"Farewell, and guard in love our common child. Farewell!"
Then to Anchises, as he bids us spread / the sails, with reverence speaks Apollo's seer, / "Far-famed Anchises, honoured with the bed / of haughty Venus, Heaven's peculiar care, / Twice saved from Troy! behold Ausonia there, / steer towards her coasts, yet skirt them; far away / that region lies, which Phoebus doth prepare. / Blest in thy son's devotion, take thy way. / Why should more words of mine the rising South delay?"
With gushing tears I bid the pair farewell. / "Live happy ye, whose destinies are o'er; / we still must wander where the Fates compel."
So to his shade, with funeral rites, we rear / a mound, and altars to the dead prepare, / wreathed with dark cypress. Round them, as of yore, / pace Troy's sad matrons, with their streaming hair. / Warm milk from bowls, and holy blood we pour, / and thrice with loud farewell the peaceful shade deplore.