Quotes About Farewell

When I left Palmeiras, it was sad but happy as well, with a title.

No matter how well you take care of the dying, no matter if you sit beside them every minute, every day—in the end they must go, and you stay. And you wave them off. You lie.

And then Frankie understood that the boy was going on alone. Perhaps there had been only one sponsor in another country for the child. There were many perhaps. But it was clear now that the mother was sending her son onward. ... She drew him to her and kissed him on one cheek and then the other cheek, so slowly, looking at every bit of his face, and then she reached and folded him to her. The train stopped with a jerk and went quiet. ...

But I'd long ago learned not to be picky in farewells. They weren't guaranteed or promised. You were lucky, more than blessed, if you got a good-bye at all.

The quality that all last words share: the silence after.

it was not going she dreaded—only leaving.

When I went in again the little house had suddenly grown lonely, and my room looked empty as it had the day I came. I and all my belongings had died out of it, and I knew how it would seem when Mrs. Todd came back and found her lodger gone. So we die before our own eyes; so we see some chapters of our lives come to their natural end.

thought about having one last kiss, but in the end the only way she could leave was to walk away without looking back.

This time she´d totally own the goodbye and leave him wanting more.

It's a lonesome word, but there's no other way to say it. But, this farewell doesn't mean 'never again.' I really like you a lot. So, think of it as a pause until we meet again. -Asaka to Wataru

She stuck a bookmark in his heart and walked away.

It wasn't hard to imagine them surrounded by their families as they did the last of their breathing. Said their goodbyes. Kissed cheeks. No luggage to check in. Leave your body with us, I thought. We'll look after that.

Stacy waited till she was certain he'd fallen asleep, then slipped free of his grasp, edging backward, leaving his hand lying open on the tent's floor, palm up, slightly cupped, like a beggar's. She imagined dropping a coin into it, late at night on some dark city street; she pictured herself hurrying off, never to see him again.

Good. Well. Shit." Locke rubbed his gloved hands together. "I guess that's that. I'm all out of rhetorical flourishes.

I love you all. But it's time to say good-bye, for now. be careful with the world, or the next time we meet, it might get ugly. -Tally Youngblood

I composed habits for those acres so that my last look would be neither gluttonous nor starved. I was ready to go anywhere.

Give death announcements each time you move instead of giving announcements of the change of address. Send the same when you die.

Seems like we always spend the best part of our time just saying goodbye.

Soon someone would say the fatal words, "Well, I think it's time for me to go to bed.

You have played enough; you have eaten and drunk enough. Now it is time for you to depart.

If you never stop when you wave goodbye you just might find, if you give it time, you will wave hello again.

...even saying good-bye isn't enough. There's always one more thing you should have had the time to say, or do, or ask. There's always going to be that one missing piece.

We'll leave now, so that this moment will remain a perfect memory...let it be our song and think of me every time you hear it.

When it was time for a player to go, he went.