Quotes About Farewell

When she closed the door, she took the happiness with her.

Last night, she had died.

Squeezing him tight once more, she turned and walked away. He was right to do it this way. Whatever they had, the sweet, shining promise she could still see hovering on the horizon, it deserved to be left whole, instead of being crushed under the weight of unmet expectations.

I'll miss you. If you stay, I'll kiss you. Cause you're my girl, girl.

Don't leave me, Jack, I said. Not ever, he whispered back.

I hate goodbyes," said Mrs. Aster. My eyes were still closed. "So do I," I said, thinking for a minute before adding, "But I love hellos." -Eliza

Then, as we turned the final curve past the abandoned little hamlet of Ballydubh, with the village almost out of sight, he forced me to turn around and take in the full sweep of the mountains and the sea. "And there", he said, "is your An Clohan. You had best said good-bye, now.

Know that you will eventually have to leave everything behind; the writing will demand it of you.

Write about "leaving." Approach it any way you want. Write about your divorce, leaving the house this morning, or a friend dying.

WRITE EVERYTHING YOU know about dying. Just go. Don't think, "What does she mean by that?" Dive in. We die in all kinds of ways. Who died? When did they die? how? why?

There's no such thing as a person who has to go away.

To be left behind... or to leave behind. I wonder which hurts more.

Being left behind, or leaving behind...I wonder which hurts more.

Bye-bye. I'm off on a journey to the real world. 'Cause within this meta-reality what's real is this - my death.

Good luck, Mr. Gorsky

No. He'll remain here. But - but - you sometimes get a feeling you're going away from someone forever...

Let's not see each other until we are in the next place.

Dementia is a particularly long farewell to the self. With most illnesses, death comes quite swiftly. With dementia, the flicker with which life ends is excruciatingly slowed.

He turned away, unable to watch as Fournier lowered the colours

Maybe that's nature's way. Making people you once loved less lovable, so that it won't be so hard when they go.

cuando se ha cumplido el ritual de lanzar tres puñados de tierra sobre la tumba de los difuntos éstos no regresan

You meet people and sometimes they're more important to you than you are to them. Sometimes you just have to give thanks for all the ways knowing them has changed you, and watch them walk away to pastures new.

I am the thief of her last moments.

When she left it was the last full swell of summer, when apples hung formed but still green from the trees.