Quotes About Farewell

door. "I'll let you know what's happening." "Do that," Beth said absently, her gaze fixed on Sam. "'Bye, Kendra." Kendra paused at the front door, looking back at them. So different. Beautiful, intelligent Beth, who

Adieu, mes amis. Je vais à la gloire. Farewell my friends. I go to glory. Isadora Duncan's last words before her scarf caught in a car wheel, breaking her neck.

I have before seen other countries, in the same manner, give themselves to you when you are about to leave them.

It's an odd feeling-farewell-there is some envy in it. Men go off to be tested for courage and if we're tested at all, it's for patience, for doing without, for how well we can endure loneliness.

It came to me then, like a chilly draught from an unseen gap, that I had always known in my deepest heart that it would be like this, a slipping away from a life full of people I had come to love, in a place I had helped to shape, in a land I had helped to free.

At the end of the month, the doors will close on our little club for the last time. The end of an error.

The more important the emotion is, the fewer words required to express it: Will you go out with me? I think I like you. I care for you. I love you. Marry me. Goodbye.

The hardest thing is at the end you have to say bye to all these people who you have worked with for so many months. It was really sad not to see them anymore. But you have the parties that you go to and you get to see them, like the premieres and the screenings.

He could almost hear the wail of pain that went up from his heart. It was a sharp terrible personal pain the kind of pain that comes only when someone to whom you have never done any harm turns on you and says goodbye goodbye forever without any reason for doing it. Without any reason at all.

Time presses. Death waits even for us. We have a dream to pursue, the whitest white hope of them all, and we must follow and find it before the light fails. So long, losers. God bless. Take care. We'll be seeing you.

It was over. But I would have their baseball cards to help me remember them forever. And the rest is history.

I remember Mexican children, the sons and daughters of migrant farmworkers, starting each fall at my elementary school. By the time we got to Thanksgiving, the harvest and livestock roundups were complete, and all of those schoolmates would be gone.

This last mute touch that lingers is farewell.

Okay" (final words from flight 383)

In the best goodbyes, there's always the feeling that there's something more to say.

The final picture in the album was of Aunt Lovey and Uncle Stash, their black-and-white wedding photo. I hated that their picture came last, because it felt like they were saying goodbye.

Closing his eyes, he saw every smile that Rebecca had ever directed his way and knew a pang of regret. He would have liked to have held her in his arms one last time before he died.

For the last time they walked side by side to the gate, speaking not a word, as though too much remained to be said and so little time remained to say it.

When she packed up to leave, she knew that she was saying goodbye to something important, which was not that bad, in a way, because it meant that at least you had said hello to it to begin with...

her parents had no way of telling her she was going away to school.

This isn't goodbye. It's "see you later".

Goodbye, goodbye! There was so much to love, I could not love it all; I could not love it enough.

Goodbye, goodbye! There was so much to love, I could not love it all; I could not love it enough. — Louise Bogan, from "After the Persian," The Blue Estuaries: Poems: 1923-1968 . (Farrar, Straus and Giroux October 31, 1995) Originally published November 1st 1974.

WHEN SOMEBODY GOES AWAY THERE'S THINGS YOU WANT TO TELL THEM. WHEN SOMEBODY DIES MAYBE THAT'S THE WORST THING. YOU WANT TO TELL THEM THINGS THAT HAPPEN AFTER.