Quotes About Goodbye

Before he could say any more or try to stop me, I was out of the lab, and I caught the elevator down and out of Beekman for the last time.

The hardest thing for me was leaving my friends and family behind.

Everyone can have their heart broken. Even if you know the relationship isn't working, it's still sad. Even in a bad relationship, they're part of your life for a long time, and saying goodbye to that can be difficult.

I know by now that the love of ghosts is not expectant, and I am coming to that. This Virgie of mine, this new found Virge, is the last care of my life, and I know the ignorance I must cherish him in. I must care for him as I care for a wildflower or a singing bird, no terms, no expectation, as finally I care for Port William and the ones who have been here with me. I want to leave here openhanded, with only the ancient blessing, 'Good-bye. My love to you all.

The thing about leaving something behind for the last time is that you rarely realize you're doing it.

Goodbye, my mistress, I whispered. Farewell, my heart.

Even lawyers have hearts, and mine ached a little as I took leave of her.

He never saw Molly again.

I've come to understand that there's a good deal of value in the ritual accompanying death. It's hard to say good- bye and almost impossible to accomplish this alone and ritual is the railing we hold to, all of us together, that keeps us upright and connected until the worst is past.

In time, in time they tell me, I'll not feel so bad. I don't want time to heal me. There's a reason I'm like this. I want time to set me ugly and knotted with loss of you, marking me. I won't smooth you away. I can't say goodbye.

Please…please don't…" "You must let me go, my love," Ventress said, her voice so gentle, so tender, and she smiled lovingly. "It's the Jedi way." And she was gone.

They embraced and parted. They never saw each other again.

That is such crap. How dare you be so fraudulently flirtatious, cowardly and dysfunctional? I am not interested in emotional fuckwittage. Goodbye.

I realised I had a stream of thoughts about him which ran for the most part below conscious level. I noticed jets spurting up from this stream: comparisons with other relationships I knew of which had weathered massive changes and shifts of balance; small crumbs of hope he would find he missed the familiarity of my company, or that his gestures of comfort meant more than a gentle goodbye. I grieved for these hopes, and their hopelessness.

And when we left, clutching a plastic bag with his belongings, the clouds were still there, a frieze of motionless cumulus over the Thames flat as a matte painting on glass.

A man never knows how to say goodbye; a woman never knows when to say it.

Our story is over, the ink has dried, each of us must move on now and it will be as if we had never met, never loved, and never dreamt together.

Winter farewell, winter farewell, and away you go and trouble us no more.

You take Seryozha to hurt me," she said, looking at him from under her brows. "You do not love him. . . . Leave me Seryozha!" "Yes, I have lost even my affection for my son, because he is associated with the repulsion I feel for you. But still I shall take him. Goodbye!

When I am alone You'll come back to me It's happened before It's called memory I'm not even sure If I know where to start But starting is second First we must part I'm too tired now To fight anymore We're saying goodbye At the innermost door

it's closing time

I'm not looking for another as I wander in my time Walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme You know my love goes with you as your love stays with me It's just the way it changes, like the shoreline and the sea But let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie Your eyes are soft with sorrow Hey, that's no way to say goodbye

One has to be careful what one takes when one goes away forever.

And the Sunday trains are as slow as a Scotchman saying good-bye to a bawbee…Look here, the only one you'll have time to catch now is the 4: