Quotes About Goodbye

The last of all the Romans, fare thee well!

I could have better spar'd a better man.

So sweetly she bade me adieu, I thought that she bade me return.

When you go away the wind clicks around to the north

I been a long time leaving but I'm going to be a long time gone.

Lange schaute er ihr nach. Als er sie aus den Augen verlor, war der Tod fast ein wenig betrübt. Aber so war das Leben.

I've never forgotten him. Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart. I still cannot understand how he could abandon me so unceremoniously, without any sort of goodbye, without looking back even once. The pain is like an axe that chops my heart.

I've never forgotten him. Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart. I still cannot understand how he could abandon me so unceremoniously, without any sort of goodbye, without looking back even once. The pain is like an axe that chops my heart.

Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. I still cannot understand how he could abandon me so unceremoniously, without any sort of goodbye, without looking back even once. That pain is like an axe that chops at my heart.

Best to leave quietly, and no reunions. Move on, and look to the future. Plenty more faces out there.

Bye, Em.' 'Bye, Dex.' 'Goodbye.' 'Goodbye. Goodbye

Back in my muddy clothes at the door of my room, swallowing pills and lighting cigarettes, wanting to sleep but not wanting to dream, thinking this'll be the day that I die, pictures of Paula waving bye bye.

As I look across at the camera for the final time, I think back to Poirot's last words to Hastings on Friday. 'Cher ami,' I said softly, as he was leaving Poirot to rest. That phrase meant an enormous amount to me, which is why I repeated it after he had shut the door behind him. But my second 'cher ami' in that scene was for someone other than Hastings. It was for my dear, dear friend Poirot. I was saying goodbye to him as well, and I felt it with all my heart.

It was for my dear, dear friend Poirot. I was saying goodbye to him as well, and I felt it with all my heart.

One day, Lisa Capaldini, a young intern in the AIDS ward, was saying good-bye to a patient named Gordon with whom she had grown close. Gordon was about to be discharged, but he was blind and dying, and Capaldini knew that she would never see him again. While she hovered over his bed, the intern began to cry. "And I thought, 'That's okay, he won't know.' Then I realized that my tears were dropping on his face. And I thought, 'Busted.

Good-bye, my dancer, my friend, my One and Only. I love you.

Bye-bye, Fuzzy. Bye-bye, Blinky. See you later, Egghead, and you, too, Froggie.

May the road rise to meet you, may the wind be always at your back, may the sun shine warm upon your face and the rains fall softly upon your fields. And until we meet again, may God hold you in the hollow of his hand." Afterward

He's not coming back. Maybe I do know this after all. Goodbye. I say to him in my head. I say it tenderly. I try to tell him with that one word how sorry I am.

Endings are sad, aren't they?" "Yes.

You are allowed one final statement, Mera of Xebel. It will be relayed to the Atlantean Council. Perhaps a curse upon our real? Or a loving goodbye to King Arthur? Mera: Surrender. Now.

There's nothing good about goodnight when it means goodbye.

I don't hold Travis anymore, of course- not to read to him, or for any other reason, either. I wish I'd known that the last time was going to be the last time.

When you have only two minutes to say good-bye to the person you love most in the world, and you don't know when you'll see each other again, you can become logjammed with the effort to say and do and settle everything at once.