Quotes About Goodbye

O little one, My little one, Come with me, Your life is done. Forget the future, Forget the past. Life is over: Breathe your last." ? Clive Barker, Abarat

When you remember this moment later you will understand that I was saying goodbye even if you did not know it.

There are two kinds of women in this world, my dear. Those who wave goodbye to others starting on grand adventures and those waving back from the window of a train or the deck of a ship. - Ophelia Higginbotham

I suppose the pain of parting will be red and loud.

We buried him high on a windy hill, But his soul went out to sea. I know, for I heard, when all was still, His sea-soul say to me: Put no tombstone at my head, For here I do not make my bed. Strew no flowers on my grave, I've gone back to the wind and wave. Do not, do not weep for me, For I am happy with my sea.

So long, Dinky. Good-bye. You're just not right for me. I want some pleasure and joy from my feeling. I must have the strength and courage not to let you or this scene dictate my emotions. It's hard to say good-bye to you. But I must have the strength and courage to say No.

Te pedí que no te marcharas sin despedirte, Cat.

Comprendéis ahora por qué no me gustan las despedidas? Porque siempre son mucho más cortas de lo que uno desearía. Humillantemente cortas algunas veces.

So long, Charley."24 He had coined a phrase that jockeys would use for decades.

He was gone. Kiss

The library smells like old books-a thousand leather doorways into other worlds." "Dear sir, I was called away and couldn't bring you, but now I feel haunted. I know that sometimes you felt I was a part of you and that losing me would leave a hole in your heart, but that's not true... Please forgive me... I am sorry that I didn't say goodbye.

Judith watched them drive away

I guess that's what saying good-bye is always like--like jumping off an edge. The worst part is making the choice to do it. Once you're in the air, there's nothing you can do but let go.

What does brace mean, anyway? Brace. Such an odd word. It comes from the Latin brachium, meaning arm. It means, as its heart, to embrace. It was a hug. A hug good-bye.

Sometimes there is only one thing left to say, P. S. I Love You....

È sempre stato così, in tutti i miei viaggi: sono sempre un perdente, perché mi attacco troppo alle cose, o alle persone, e cosi il viaggio non è più un viaggio, ma un ripetuto addio Ho passato il tempo a dire addio e a ricordare, e a raccogliere indirizzi nelle mie agendine come piccole lapidi.

Have a good night,' he said, and Mia stepped out onto Fifth Avenue and let the city swallow her up.

Pearl, my darling," her mother said. "I'm so sorry. It's time to go." She took Mia's hand, and Pearl, uprooted, came free and followed her mother back to the car.

The sound of his car as it whines out of the driveway, then speeds away, has the ring of finality; all of them hear it. Silence settles over the house like ash.

The same place people went when they died, where everything went: on, away, out of your life.

Memory, come tell a fairy tale About my girl who's lost and gone. Tell, tell about the golden grail And bid the swallow, bring her back to me. Fly close to her and ask her soft and low If she thinks of me sometimes with love, If she is well? Ask too before you go If I am still her dearest, precious dove. And hurry back, don't lose your way, So I can think of other things. But you were too lovely, perhaps, to stay. I loved you once. Good-bye, my love.

Close the door by leaving." Close the mouth by dying ... ("Ferme la porte en partant." - Ferme la bouche en mourant ...)

All partings foreshadow the great final one.

Now, I know I'm going to break your hearts, but I am forced to leave you. You must call up all your fortitude, and try to bear it... "Bob swore!" - as the Englishman said for "Good night", when he first learnt French, and thought it so like English. "Bob swore," my ducks!" (Chapter XXII)