Quotes About Goodbye

All of life is an act of letting go but what hurts the most is not taking a moment to say goodbye.

Goodbye Kid. Hurry back. – Humphrey Bogart, last words to Lauren Bacall as she briefly left his bedside before his death.

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Goodbye my doubts, and good luck in hell.

I will leave no memoirs.

Without remorse she gave good-bye to her fantasies. They'd served their purpose, they'd awoken her heart to its potential. But as far as using them as a template for her life ...

It's hard to say goodbye for good at any time or any place. It's harder still to say it through a meshed wire. It crisscrossed his face into little diagonals, gave me only little broken-up molecules of it at a time. It stenciled a cold, rigid frame around every kiss.

there are journeys from which one cannot return

Once again John and I kissed good-bye.

Good-bye isn't the worst thing in the world. Sometimes it's simply time to go.

But what is it that makes a person want to stay here on this earth anyway, and go on suffering the most awful pain just for the sake of getting to stay? I used to think it was because people fear death. But now I think it is because people can't bear saying goodbye.

The leaves were beginning to fall. They fell reluctantly. They hovered in the air and drifted slowly sideways to the damp ground. You would wonder why, having survived days of wind and rain, they should detach themselves now, at this moment of peace. Did they part with the twigs voluntarily? Did they say, 'Goodbye, we clung to you when the wind raged, but now our time has come?' Gently and slowly they drifted to the ground making a carpet of brown and gold upon the grass.

The ideal death, I think, is what was the ideal Victorian death, you know, with your grandchildren around you, a bit of sobbing. And you say goodbye to your loved ones, making certain that one of them has been left behind to look after the shop.

It would have been great to have had 10 victories and been in the playoffs and have gone all the way and then said, 'Goodbye,' but it didn't work out that way.

After saying goodbye, he makes another call that is quick and in French before setting his phone on the counter, crossing his arms over his black Sons of Anarchy T-shirt.

You [meaning mothers] said good-bye a little every day -- from the minute they left your body until they left your home.

We say goodbye, and I finish the precautionary email to myself. If I'm never heard from again, someone will eventually check there. Midnight Tuesday evening. I'm going four doors down from the Edisto cottage to talk to Trent Turner about something involving Grandma Judy. Should be back in an hour or so. Leaving this message just in case. It feels dorky, but I send it anyway before slipping out the door.

Well, then, good night to you; you have no objection, I hope, to my being drunk to-night, which I certainly will be.

I can't do this, she whispered. He nodded. I know. I want to but I-- It's okay. He brushed a kiss over her jaw and then was gone, proving for the second time now that he was, after all, her perfect Mr. All Wrong. -Mallory and Ty

Goodbye, wizard." And the slender girl flung me like a baseball at the stone of my fireplace. Some days, it just doesn't pay to get out of bed.

I've been lucky to spend a life pretty close to the earth up here in the north. I learned in those three days that the earth is so much more than I ever thought it was. It was a gift indeed to see all sides of everything at once. This makes it real hard to say good-bye. My family will be with me just like that old raven falling slowly down through the tree.

I'll never look into your eyes again

People loved to see him come, and they were sad to see him go.

Do you remember the summer we signed you up for camp? And the night before you left, you said you've changed your mind and wanted to stay home? I told you to to get a seat on the left side of the bus, so when you pulled away, you'd be able to look back and see me there waiting for you. I press her hand against my cheek, hard enough to leave a mark. You get that same seat in Heaven. One where you can watch me, watching you.