Quotes About Goodbye

Don't be dismayed by goodbyes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again after moments or lifetimes is certain for those who are friends.

The only consolation of saying goodbye to someone you love is the glimmer of hope that someday after that goodbye there will be another hello.

You don't know how easy death is. It's - it's like a door. A person simply walks through it, and she's lost to you forever.

I don't say goodbye very easily, Anna. Not gracefully or prettily.Goodbye tears your heart out and leaves it a feast for carrion birds who happen by.

He passed through her with his soul caressing hers goodbye. And in that final hour he was with her one last time.

Is this what it's like? he wondered. When you're about to die? One hand stretched back to someone who cares for you, the other reaching for a place you can't see.

And thus I take my leave of the world and of you all, and I heartily desire you all to pray for me.

Kiss me, please kiss me But kiss me out of desire, babe, and not consolation You know it makes me so angry 'cause i know that in time I'll only make you cry, this is our last goodbye.

They parted at last with mutual civility, and possibly a mutual desire of never meeting again.

Maybe we will meet again in the paths of dreaming, but my heart tells me this is farewell.

You will never say goodbye to the past, until you understand why the flashbacks haunt you.

I always say, it's better to be asked why you're leaving, rather than when you're leaving.

Even Nikki with Sixx:A.M., I wish you the best of luck.

And now, dear reader, the story is over. It is time for you to cross the bridge once more and return to the world you came from. This river, which is and is not the Thames, must continue flowing without you. You have haunted here long enough, and besides, you surely have rivers of your own to attend to?

And now, dear reader, the story is over. It is time for you to cross the bridge once more and return to the world you came from. This river, which is and is not the Thames, must continue flowing without you. You have haunted here long enough, and besides, surely you have rivers of your own to attend to?

On the day I left, when I gave her a gold bracelet, she kissed me and told me not to come back, as things were never as good the second time. She was God's gift to bachelors, that girl.

I was going to give the farewell call – a farewell for ever this time, not just for a year. The call is a queer wordless cry made up of all the vowel sounds - and it was thrilling when Rose and I used to make it together, but I do it fairly well by myself. 'Ayieou!' I called - and it echoed back from the castle walls as I knew it would.

That's what it all comes down to in the end,' he said. 'A person spends his life saying good-bye to other people. How does he say good-bye to himself?

That's what it all comes down to in the end. A person spends his life saying good-bye to other people. How does he say good-bye to himself?

You've said good-by to everyone but yourself. How does a person say good-bye to himself? It's a juicy existential dilemma.

This is what I imagined as I watched my kite, my beautiful kite, with its heart, its star and crayon, its note and flowers glowing from the light of the sun behind it. I felt love and grief and joy and all the emotions in between, letting my weathered broken heart knit itself back together again as I said goodbye to my mother. Our imaginations are such gifts, she used to say. So I thanked her for mine.

I had said goodbye to her once before, but it took everything I had to say goodbye to her then, again, for the last time, like poor Orpheus turning for a last backward glance at the ghost of his only love and in the same heartbeat losing her forever: hinc illae lacrimae, hence those tears.

A goodbye at the gate, said Hobie. He seemed to be talking partly to himself. That's what he would have wanted. The parting glimpse, the death haiku - he wouldn't have liked to leave without stopping to speak to someone along the way. 'A teahouse amid the cherry blossoms on the way to death.

Safe trip. I love you. No kidding.