Quotes About Goodbye

As the car was turning around to start down the avenue John Paul turned around and waved, and it was only then that his expression showed some possibility that he might be realizing, as I did, that we would never see each other on earth again.

For recessional music there's Closing Time by Semisonic, a four-chord farewell to the old century.

Home was this whole perfectly contained universe--town, friends, acquaintances, the streets we traveled every day...And we were about to leave it all.

But all I can come up with is: 'See you, Mr. Musker. And Thank you.' Words that are too small because there are no words big enough.

Anything that humanity does from here on out is a wave at the band as we leave the dance floor.

Goodbye, from the world's biggest polluter.

They flew off in Xavin's spaceship and I watched it until it faded away. It was so sad. But I hope wherever they are right now they are having some cool space adventures, and doing things that girls who like each other do. Like having sleepovers and telling ghost stories.

Ann stooped in front of Geneva. "Good-bye, honey. I hope you come and see us again soon." Geneva said nothing, just stared at her solemnly. "Thanks for everything," Justin said. "Good luck making that ballet class." He led his daughter outside where she immediately cringed as the cold air and snow pelted her face. "I'm sorry I didn't bring the car.

Marla came to school the next day, but it was just to say good-bye. "Why, Marla," Mrs. Tealso said, "I'm sorry to lose you." "Me, too, Mrs. Tealso," Marla said. "I liked it here, and I--" Before she could finish she burst into tears and cried so hard that Mrs. Tealso had to send her to the girls' room to get control of herself.

Standing here, in this quiet house where I can hear the birds chirping out back, I think I'm kind of getting the concept of closure. It's no big dramatic before-after. It's more like that melancholy feeling you get at the end of a really good vacation. Something special is ending, and you're sad, but you can't be that sad because, hey, it was good while it lasted, and there'll be other vacations, other good times.

She left for Juilliard the day after Labor Day. I drove her to the airport. She kissed me good-bye. She told me that she loved me more than life itself. Then she stepped through security. She never came back.

It's okay if you want to go. Everyone wants you to stay. I want you to stay more than I've ever wanted anything in my life. But that's what I want and I could see why it might not be what you want. So I just wanted to tell you that I understand if you go. It's okay if you have to leave us. It's okay if you want to stop fighting.

So this would like your farewell tour?" Of New York? Of Me?

Ella me dio un beso de despedida. Ella me dijo que me amaba más que a su propia vida. Luego pasó a través de seguridad. Ella nunca volvió.

Saying goodbye is less fraught this time. They have done it now once, like normal people: leave, come back. It builds confidence.

When I open the door in front of the bus station, he says, "Take care, Cody," in a quiet voice. ...As much as I want to put miles between me and Ben McCallister, now that I'm doing just that, I understand what a relief it's been to share this weight with someone. "Yeah. You too," I tell him. "Have a good life." It's not what I meant to say. It sounds too flippant. But maybe it's the most you can hope for someone.

Me, too," I said. And then we stopped talking for a while as Adam strummed an unfamiliar melody. I asked him what he was playing. "I'm calling it 'The Girlfriend's-Going-to-Juilliard-Leaving-My-Punk-Heart-in-Shreds Blues,' " he said, singing the title in an exaggeratedly twangy voice. Then he smiled that goofy shy smile that I felt like came from the truest part of him. "I'm kidding." "Good," I said.

I drove her to the airport. She kissed me goodbye. She told me that she loved me more than life itself. Then she skipped through security. She never came back.

I have to make good on my promise. To let her go. To really let her go. To let us both go.

After he leaves, we both kill a few minutes drowning our fries and the conversation in ketchup.

Then she stepped through security. She never came back.

The day before I left, he informed me that he was "nine-tenths thirsty" and I almost peed myself laughing.

Say goodbye to your PB&J.' At his confused look, I add, 'One day I'm going to knock your penis, brain and jaw right off your-' Slap. Stars wink before my eyes.

As they say in Corsica... Goodbye