Quotes About Farewell

ain't a-going to no more. But I reckon I got to light out for

Goodbye, Papa, you saved me. You taught me to read. No one can play like you. I'll never drink champagne. No one can play like you. -Liesel

Of course I told him about you, Liesel said. She was saying goodbye and she didn't even know it

When we move apart, she looks at me again, till a small tear lifts itself up in her eye. It trips out to find a wrinkle and follows it down.

Se estaba despidiendo y ni siquiera lo sabía.

I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go, of course, but I will come. Those souls are always light because more of them have been put out.

Lastly, the Hubermanns. Hans. Papa. He was tall in the bed and I could see the silver through his eyelids. His soul sat up. It met me. Those kind of souls always do--the best ones. The ones who rise up and say, I know who you are and I am ready. Not that i want to go, of course, but I will come. Those souls are always light becausre more of them have been put out............ Lisel. His soul whispered it as I carried him.

How many times did she have to say goodbye?

As for me, I remained a few moments longer. I waved. No one waved back.

I let the front door slam shut behind me and the fly screen rattle. It was as if each door was kicking me out of the old life I'd lived in that house. I was being thrown out into the world, new. The broken, leaning gate creaked open, let me out, and I gently placed it shut. I was gone, and from down the street, maybe fifty yards away, I looked back for a second at the house where I lived. It wasn't the same any more. It never would be. I kept walking.

Well, promise me one thing, Liesel. If I die anytime soon, you make sure they bury me right.

He [Rudy] placed the smiling teddy bear cautiously onto the pilot's shoulder. The tip of its ear touching his throat. the dying man breathed it in, He spoke. In English, he said 'Thank you.

Hals und Beinbruch, Saukerl.

No había horas ni minutos que los separaran de la despedida: sólo un abrazo

Hans Hubermann had her by one hand. Her small suitcase had her by the other.

There was the chaos of goodbye.

Sie hielten sich an den Händen. Ein letzter, durchnässter Abschied, dann drehten sie sich um und verließen den Friedhof, wobei sie mehrmals zurückschauten. Ich dagegen blieb noch ein Weilchen länger. Ich winkte. Niemand winkte zurück.

THE SPOKEN TRUTH OF RUDY STEINER "I guess I'm better at leaving things behind than stealing them.

I'd tell you to go to hell but i don't want to see you again.

We smile a last smile, and I walk away. I feel her watching me, but I don't look back.

Some of our best living is done through the people we leave behind.

I think: you deserve to be what you are if you could bear to get that way. You must have seen it coming. And now there's nothing for you here.

To Pussy (1981-1995)

It was hard to leave. But it was impossible to stay. He was leaving from choice because he was young and energetic and adventurous and had long wanted to carve a life of his own. He was going to new possibility, new dreams. But he was leaving behind places and people. And though, being young, he was sure he would see them all again some day, he knew too that many years might pass before he did so. It was not easy to leave.