Quotes About Goodbye

He had opened the book at random several times, seeking a sortes Virgilianae, before he chose the sentences on which his code was to be based. 'You say: I am not free. But I have lifted my hand and let it fall.' It was as if in choosing that passage, he were transmitting a signal of defiance to both the services. The last word of the message, when it was decoded by Boris or another, would read 'goodbye.

A whistle blew, and the train trembled into movement. The station lamps sailed by them into darkness

Look at it, Dane. Look at the city and the world in its proud array, like a cask of jewels laid open for you. It'll offer you everything you ever wanted but it's just pictures on billboards; dream cars, dream women, dream houses. Time to wake up now and say goodbye. Remember, Dane: there's other worlds out there. It's only empty air here. Jump out of the world, jump to the place I showed you and you'll not fall. Are you ready? Are you ready to jump right off the edge of everything?

No smile would work, no goodbye would pray, no kindness would save, if the truth inside us wasn't beautiful. And the true heart of us, our human kind, is that we're connected, at our best, by purities of love found in no other creature.

No smile would work, no goodbye would pray, no kindness would save, if the truth inside us wasn't beautiful. And the true heart of us, our human kind, is that we are connected, at out best, by purities of love found in no other creature

But there are some people, some loves, that worry every goodbye, and leaving them is like leaving the country of your birth.

It stopped me. I felt, as I too often did, that I was abandoning him. It was foolish, I knew: Didier was arguably the most self-sufficient contrabandist in the city. He was one of the last independent gangsters, owing nothing, not even fear, to the mafia Companies, cops and street gangs that controlled his illegal world. But there are some people, some loves, that worry every goodbye, and leaving them is like leaving the country of your birth.

Football is strange like that. People become a big part of your life and then they lose a job and you might never see them for the rest of your lives. It's the worst thing about football, really.

Well folks, that's about it for the show tonight.

How much of life is like this? Mark wondered. Is that what being grown-up means? Saying goodbye as often as hello?

in human affairs everything is hastiness and farewell.

Now go. Don't look back. I couldn't bear to see you looking back at me while you go,

What I said was I'll miss you what I meant to say was I love you what I wanted to say was that I meant what I said and it's funny how all those things I could have said flooded my head after we said goodbye and I should have told you I'd be willing to hold you until my flesh crumbles into bone because I'm willing to die alone but god knows I don't want to live that way.

It was time to go. But René didn't move. Instead he lifted the hand that still held his and kissed it, holding it close against his lips before he let it go.

In his gaze, rooms of the dead; halls of loss; fog- emerald; driven, dirty-rice snow: he was in there somewhere, I looked for him, and he gave me the gift, he let me in, knowing he would never once, in this world or in any other, have to do it again, and I saw him, not as he really was, I was still without the strength of anger, but I saw him see me, even now that dropping down into trust's affection in his gaze, and I held it, some seconds, quiet, and I said, Good-bye, and he said Good-bye

And no, he does not want to meet again, in a year—when we part, it is with a dry bow and Good-bye.

I want to believe that my parents found a way to bypass time that night, to compress and expand their lives together, to live out their whole lives again in their goodbye.

Isia stepped forward. "Yes, sir. I know." Holding his fine brilliant wings above his body, he stood in front of us with his luminous lidless eyes full upon us. "I'm sorry to leave you. We've shared a lot together, and you have loved me even when I was ugly. But we'll see each other. Good-bye.

After six wonderful years playing Emily Prentiss, I have decided it's time for me to move on. As much as I will miss my Criminal Minds family, I am excited about the future and other opportunities.

We Play the broken string of our instruments one last time

What it must feel like, I thought, to look at something, anything really, and know that it's for the last time?

This world is not a place where people can be together forever.

In a few more days, Christina thought . . . this would all be over . . . She would try to recall how he had looked, how he had sounded, what he had said. He would be gone.

Los adioses, por dolorosos que sean, deben decirse. Al final de cada historia hay que escribir la palabra «Fin»