Quotes About Goodbye

The retirement timing is always a tricky thing for a dancer. I think it's different for everyone. How you say goodbye to the thing you have really focused on that much is a tough one. I've always intended to leave in good shape, to exit on a high note.

Like the old soldier of the ballad, I now close my military career and just fade away, an old soldier who tried to do his duty as God gave him the light to see that duty. Goodbye.

I love escaping into film, because everyday life I find quite troublesome. So any excuse to go into a cinema and say goodbye to the world for a couple of hours, or in a book or whatever, is great.

We may not know what each day has in store for us. We could be gone tomorrow. Any minute could truly be our goodbye. But we do have this moment. This time. Today. Right now. It takes way more effort to shell out hate then it does to allow love to flow freely in our lives. After all, it's what we were born to do.

Pinhead needed to say goodbye. He had a farewell speech to make. It was truly as simple as that.

He pulls the hood over my head. I try to pull back. I'm not trying to run away. I just want to see her... One last time.

I shook my head and turned away, unable to hear this. "I'm leaving now. I really don't want to see you again. Nothing personal. Well, yeah, actually it is.

There are ways of leaving. The worst of these is also the most final.

He could only nod as he tucked the scrap in his belt. He looked at the three figures before him, wishing Bult and List had been present for this, but there would be no staged goodbyes, no comfort of roles to step into. Like everything else, the moment was messy, awkward and incomplete.

I thought they were meant to leave one another - not me.

She ran her hands over her body as if to bid it good-bye. The hipbones rising from a shrunken stomach were razor-sharp. Would they be lost in a sea of fat? She counted her ribs bone by bone. Where would they go?

This is how it happens," he said again, quietly and near tears. "They go, one by one, and before you know it, the room is empty.

Something crossed his face, a pure motion like wind over water--I couldn't have guessed what emotion it was. "I'll miss you," he said.

The parting at Burnet was not a happy one.

I couldn't wait to get out, and at 14, I moved into a three-room Georgetown town house with Dad. I never went back. When they eventually sold the house, in 1984, Mom had a goodbye party for 'Merrywood.' I refused to go.

Life is short, and, once somebody is gone, they're gone.

Memorial Service: Farewell party for someone who already left.

i said i hate to see u..and i turned back...to hide my tears

The first kiss is the deepest.""The last breath is the hardest.

You will not be here--I shall not be here--much lo

The story of life is quicker than the blink of an eye, the story of love is hello, goodbye.

I was a million percent in love with Edward Scissorhands. I remember looking in the mirror on the last day of shooting... and thinking how sad I was to be saying goodbye to Edward.

Like a white knight in a station wagon, he drove out of her life.

I wish not to tell you how I feel, I choose silence so that you leave, Kiss me goodbye and set me free...