Quotes About Goodbye

With lovers, though, the end is always there. It is a death as certain as the real death, and those of us in love, as at the bedside, begin to prepare ourselves. We might say it isn't working, or I can't give you what you need, and yet a day later there he is in your arms, and who can help it? There is the good-bye, and the good-bye, and the good-bye, and which will stick? Who can ever say, this is the last? One one is true, but all of them feel true, and the tears we shed are equal every time.

Yes! It's like the last day in a foreign country. You finally figure out where to get coffee, and drinks, and a good steak. And then you have to leave. And you won't ever be back.

Only in brief flashes does it come to us that we may never see someone again.

Rowan is leaving him. She's been leaving him for months.

The moment I drove away in September I felt like someone was following our car with an eraser, rubbing out my old life.

We never do anything consciously for the last time without sadness of heart.

ADIEU  (ADIEU')   adv.[from à Dieu, used elliptically for à Dieu je vous commende, used at the departure of friends.]The form

I can't wait to start never seeing you again.

died. But he couldn't take the

The importance of our connection, what it meant to find each other again, the way it made what happened to us and between us not be a waste, not be for nothing. He would know, he had to know, that not saying good-bye would be the worst end of all.

They're lucky, I said. I was already imagining our good-bye-we'd both cry, we'd have a good long hug, we'd say things we might be scared to say if we knew we had to look each other in the eye the next day. I don't know about that. I can be a pain. He laughed then, and bit into a donut. You might have noticed. I laughed, too. Might have.

I do not want leaving me to be easy.

But I'd long ago learned not to be picky in farewells. They weren't guaranteed or promised. You were lucky, more than blessed, if you got a good-bye at all.

Leaving was easy. It was everything else that was so damned hard.

Oh, God, I said. No, it's Dexter, he replied, offering me his hand, which I ignored. He glanced behind him, then back at me. I'll see you soon, he said, and grinned at me. Like hell, I replied

I'd wanted a real kiss, something to remember, but i'd long ago learned not to be picky with farewells. They weren't guaranteed or promised.You were lucky, more than blessed, if you got a goodbye at all.

I hadn't said goodbye. It had been easier, like always, to just disappear, sparing myself the messy details of another farewell. Now, my fingers hovered over my track pad, moving the cursor down to his comment section before I stopped myself. What was the point? Anything I said now would only be an afterthought. Elizabeth who goes by her middle name

What happened to goodbye?

I would miss Colby, but it wasn't going anywhere. All the more reason why I should.

Just wait a second. We can't leave it like this. But this too, wasn't true. Leaving was easy. It was everything else that was so damned hard.

I drove off, with my friends watching me go, all of them grouped on Lissa's hood. As I pulled onto the road, I glanced into the rearview and saw them: they were waving, hands moving through the air, their voices loud, calling out after me. The square of that mirror was like a frame, holding this picture of them saying good-bye, pushing me forward, before shifting gently out of sight, inch by fluid inch, as I turned away.

But this, too, wasn't true. Leaving was easy. It was everything else that was so dammed hard.

I would have thought this would make me feel better, for once getting to be the one to leave and not the one left behind. But it didn't. Not at all.

See you guys later. I'm going to drop Huntsman off at the