Quotes About Goodbye

Good-bye," he says. "Bring back the lamp." Not going to happen, mister.

Is it an easier farewell for Dad if we don't part friends?

The forecast is we kiss goodbye and never hello all kisses are then parting kisses

Perhaps all of life is no more than a long preparation for the leaving of it.

Goodbye, sir, & fare well. You're in the clear.

We were silent awhile and simply eyeballed one another. "Then there's nothing more to say," I said quietly. "Nothing." I should have cried then, had life not made me a stronger man. It crossed my mind to shake his hand to say goodbye, for it all seemed so final, but I did not. Too much had been said to forgive or see a way to forgiveness.

Now that it's time to leave, I'm not sure I wan to go.

There aren't many now who leave from the same world they were born into. Not here, not anywhere on earth as far as I can tell or know; the simplest and most unchanging of human societies have been shattered in the last hundred years, people flung into centrifuges of change and loss, that there comes to be nothing at last to say good-bye to. I was leaving the world, but it was not my world I was leaving

Rogers's closing signature, encompassing his Christian ideals and his belief in the Golden Rule, became a radio classic: "Goodbye, good luck, and may the good Lord take a likin' to ya.

What a terrible thing it is to botch a farewell.

Perhaps all of life is no more than a long preparation for the leaving of it.

But fate ordains that dearest friends must part.

There is nothing to regret - either for those who go or for those who are left behind

She stared at me, like day stares at an hourglass and night, the sand trickling through time; the sea disappearing to eyes in the dark. But I hear her waves coming in, as she whispers one last chance goodbye.

That was how she saw the storyteller for the last time - in an absolutely silent world, in a staircase. He'd hit his target. When she fell into darkness, she knew that she would never see him again. She'd love him to the very end.

Hasta la vista, baby.

'The Long Goodbye' is one book I like to read over and over again, and it was an enormous inspiration for 'All The Wrong Questions'.

I think giving up people is a difficult thing.

It's always best if you can leave with a good memory.

When friends speak overmuch of times gone by, often it's because they sense their present time is turning them from friends to strangers. Long before the moment came to say goodbye, I think, we said goodbye in other words and ways and silences. Then when the moment came for it at last, we didn't say it as should be said by friends. So now at last, dear Mouse, with many, many years between: goodbye.

The funeral was beautiful. I didn't mind it, really. It wasn't exactly Pop's funeral, to me. When I'd been alone with him, there in the little room, well, that was it, as far as I was concerned. I'd said good-bye to him, sort of, then. This was just something you had to go through with, on account of other people and out of respect for Pop.

I hope the exit is joyful and i hope never to return.

So for now wave good-bye leave your hands held high

ahthOOn SSyng! I said. That's farewell. It sounds evil. It is, I answered, and we parted.