Quotes About Goodbye

You should always say goodbye to the people you love before you walk away. Hug them and hold them tight like it is the last moment you have, because it just might be.

Good luck, Mr. Gorsky!

I worried she might spend an afternoon chatting with me about the sights and then wish me best of luck.

Dear World, I am leaving because I am bored. I feel I have lived long enough. I am leaving you with your worries in this sweet cesspool. Good luck.

Best of luck in your future endeavors!

He'd gone broody & quiet, as if considering something major. Then boom—Good-bye Broody Brady, hello Lovesick Nutcase.

Goodbye is the waving map of your palm, is a stone on my tongue.

I love you," he said. "Same here," she responded. "Now get lost.

Carl was just saying good-bye, Mom said. Really, I said. He must speak in tongues.

Carl was just saying goodbye, Mom said. Really, I said. He must speak in tongues.

I said goodbye again sucking up all that was left of her into the little that was left of me. I said, 'don't look for me again. fuck it. we are all lost. goodbye, goodbye.

Let it die. Let there be a new beginning. It's awful. Goodnight.

It was a month or so later that Red's family moved. One day they were gone. Just like that.

I said goodbye again sucking up all that was left of her into the little that was left of me. I said, don't look for me again. fuck it. we are all lost. goodbye, goodbye. — Charles Bukowski, from "Rimbaud be damned," The People Look Like Flowers at Last . (Ecco; First Edition edition March 27, 2007)

and not getting to hang out at a theatrical troupe's after-party with Cassie. (Who he gloomily realizes he will never see again

All the ache in my heart and the wound in my soul All the tearing apart at saying good-bye All the pain deep inside, like a dam giving way . .

I'll miss everyone on Dallas so much, but I have a wonderful career ahead of me. I can feel it.

Leaving New York and friends is tough, and there are things about it I still really miss. But Montana is a great place to write.

Down inside, of course, I wasn't sure, and yet I had to see her one more time. What I needed, I suppose, was some sort of final confirmation, something to carry with me when she was gone.

Goodbye…warrior of the sky. Promise me…that you'll never forgive me.

I just keep practicing saying goodbye to you

It's too bad…I wouldn't have minded being your prisoner a while longer. Goodbye…Rangiku. I'm sorry.

Sweet, she thought. He must think I can't bear to hear him say it. That after all I have told him and after telling me how many feet I have, goodbye would break me to pieces. Ain't that sweet. So long, she murmured from the far side of the trees.

am interested in the farewell between black and white strangers who have, or might have, shared something significant; or who represent the end of something larger than themselves, where the separation symbolizes loss or renewal, for example.