Quotes About Goodbye

Goodbye, brothers! You were a good crowd. As good a crowd as ever fisted with wild cries the beating canvas of a heavy foresail; or tossing aloft, invisible in the night, gave back yell for yell to a westerly gale.

Only a moment; a moment of strength, of romance, of glamour—of youth!… A flick of sunshine upon a strange shore, the time to remember, the time for a sigh, and—goodbye!—Night—Goodbye…!

My thoughts were still careening, still trying to make sense of Roger's strange and cryptic e-mail. If you get this, that means they finally succeeded, he'd written. So he was expecting to be killed. I've taken precautions to protect you and Gabe, he'd said. The means to hold them off. What could that be? Would Lauren know? And what was that bizarre postscript—Please say good-bye to the librarian—supposed to mean? A code, surely, but what?

See you tomorrow!" Yakone called after her.

Parzival: Farewell, Art3mis. Sweet dreams.

It was like saying good-bye to a statue. After a while I went out and left the hospital and walked back to the hotel in the rain.

good by mr wigin tell them im strong tell them im a man good by mr wigin im gon ax paul if he can bring you this sincely jefferson

Strano sapersi perduti tutti i giorni e non dirsi mai addio

The night before I left my mother, I wrote a letter.

It's a blessing. It's a curse. It's what you get for saying hello to people. At some point, a good-bye is coming, too. Not just to all the people you love and who love you back, but to the world as well.

I remember when my father passed away, we drove the funeral procession past the bank so he could say one last goodbye. That's how much the bank meant to my father.

I do know that when I stop answering questions at speed, 'The Chase' wont fire me, Ill say, Its been a lovely journey, youve treated me very well, see you later.

It is almost impossible to orchestrate the farewell you desire. That is something only a few people manage to do.

Adieu to those more cheerful hours, Spent amid Spring's unfolding flowers, Or Summer's soothing shade; A few short weeks--and then adieu To fields and groves of changeful hue, By Autumn's hand array'd!

Oh! Moon of AlabamaWe now must say good-byeWe've lost our good old mamaAnd must have whiskeyOh, you know why!

I guess that's what growing up is. Saying good-by to a lot of things. Sometimes it is easy and sometimes it isn't. But it is all right.

Billy's bed and within 15 seconds he was snoring. Eddie got dressed and yelled, "Bye, Rock. It was good seeing you…naked." It took me about an hour to get back to sleep. I was totally freaked out, but Eddie and Dale and I still laugh about "the Attack of the Naked Idiots." It's the greatest prank ever pulled on me. Needless to say, my son had a much better night than I did.

Death is such a strange thing. One minute you're here and then just gone. You'd think there would be an anteroom, a place where you could be visited before you go.

Wrap parties can be really sad, actually, disorienting.

I directed the next-to-last episode of 'Parenthood.' I wrote three of the four last episodes. I had the cast to my house. Had a champagne toast with the writers. Had a huge cast and crew party. Drank eggnog in the camera truck after we wrapped the final day. All that, and I don't really feel like I've said good-bye to 'Parenthood.'

I had the time of my life playing Rose in Wes Craven's 'The Girl in the Photographs.' I became so close with the cast and crew, it was hard to leave after we wrapped.

Top of my head is Rey Mysterio Jr. He is one of my best friends, fantastic wrestler, and a real-life legend. He would be the perfect person to do a world tour to say goodbye.

Before my husband deploys, he has a ritual that is familiar to many service members. He sits down with a generously poured bourbon, and he writes letters. One for his adult daughter, Rosalind. One for each of our little boys, Teddy and Antonio. One for his grandma, who raised him, and his family in Texas. One for me.

Well, I learned to cook. At my age, she told him. What's next? Art therapy? Anyway, I've had quite a time of it this summer, and who knows what eases down on any road. Come, Rain. A quick goodbye, and off you go. Goodbye, said Rain to the Lion, and then to the woman. Not to them, said Glinda, To me. She turned eyes that were saucerly upon Glinda. Mum?