Quotes About Goodbye

As she was being pulled away, she caught one last glimpse of Barnaby. As if he sensed her location, he looked up and their eyes met briefly. A smile flickered there in his expression, then he turned back to his conversation. Whatever he said caused the cluster to laugh riotously, one gentleman slapped him on the back.

He walked to the window, leaning heavily on the sill. "If this is to end, you will have to do it. You will have to walk away, Francesca. Because now . . . after everything . . . I'm just not strong enough to say goodbye.

Victor's beast leaned toward me and licked my cheek once more—a goodbye kiss. I smelled the warm fur and musk scent that was at once and entirely Victor and saw the moonlight reflected in his scarlet eyes. Then he rushed away into the underbrush, nearly silent despite his huge bulk, and disappeared.

I just hope he went someplace where he could find a little peace... somewhere between nowhere and goodbye...

And so, as quietly as he had lived, he slipped out of town, leaving only a note behind: Well, that's that. I'm off, and if you don't believe I'm leaving, just count the days I'm gone. When you hear the phone not ringing, it'll be me that's not calling. Goodbye, old girl, and good luck. Yours truly, Earl Adcock P.S. I'm not deaf.

i knew she'd leave me. i figure we might as well go somewhere memorable to fall apart

Crecimos juntos, cambiamos juntos, yo había cambiado también. El niño se hizo joven y el joven viejo, y el pueblo una gran ciudad. Ahora le digo adiós: una señora de negro llama a mi puerta y le voy a abrir. Medellín seguirá sola su camino, hasta dar al mar.

Un día, tomaremos trenes que se van»

Quienes se van sin despedirse nunca se van del todo.

Det fineste av alt vrakgods, er sola som hver dag forsvinner i havet.

An awkward impasse. No one knew exactly how to say good-bye. A wave? A handshake? A kiss?

Esme Fong glanced at her watch and rose. "I only stopped by to say hello," she explained. "I really must be going." All three men stood. Norm bussed her cheek. "Take care, Esme, okay? I'll see you tomorrow morning.

He stood on the stoop and watched them walk down the path. Corinne hit the minivan's remote, and the back yawned open like a giant mouth. Thomas tossed his bag into the back and took the front passenger seat. The mouth closed, swallowing the equipment whole. Corinne gave him a wave. He waved back. He

FJ moved away then. Rocco and Bubba followed. Myron watched them disappear, his heart flapping in his chest like a caged condor.

We said good-bye, and Dill went inside the house. He evidently remembered he was engaged to me, for he ran back out and kissed me swiftly in front of Jem. Yawl write, hear? he bawled after us.

Boo and I walked up the steps to the porch. His fingers found the doorknob. He gently released my hand, opened the door, enter inside, and shut the door behind him. I never saw him again.

I'll never see them again. I know that. And they know that. And knowing this, we say farewell.

Then she took my hand and touched it to the wound beside her eye. I caressed the half-inch scar. As I did so, the waves of her consciousness pulsed through my fingertips and into me - a delicate resonance of longing. Probably someone should take this girl in his arms and hold her tight, I thought. Probably someone other than me. Someone qualified to give her something. Goodbye, Mr. Wind-Up Bird. See you again sometime.

I've finally experienced what the poet felt. The deep sense of loss after you've met the woman you love, have made love, then said goodbye. Like you're suffocating. The same emotion hasn't changed at all in a thousand years.

Like flowers scattered in a storm, man's life is one long farewell

It was as if my whole life revolved around trying to judge the appropriate point in a conversation to say goodbye

For now, however, I am not prepared to see you. It's not that I don't want to see you: I'm simply not prepared for it. The moment I feel ready, I will write to you. Perhaps then we can get to know each other better. As you say, this is probably what we should do: get to know each other better. Good bye.

Now that you've said hello, I'm afraid we move right into farewells. Hello, goodbye. Like flowers scattered in a storm, man's life is one long farewell, as they say

The morning is not my time. Darkness is my friend. A vacuum is my breath. I must be saying goodbye soon.