Quotes About Farewell

I may be going to Heaven or Hell, but I'll be going from Jackson.

That's it. I've said all I've got to say on the world of James Bond.

Goo'-by, ole Bill, by-by. There you go, an' the signal o' distress roun' you, H. B. 'I'm in need of assistance.' Lord, here comes the sharks--look! look! look at um fight! look at um takin' ole Bill! I'm in need of assistance. I sh'd say you were, ole Bill.

My fairy tale has ended.

Before I struck a light one could see the grass and a streak on the horizon. Now it is dark. Now I shall never return home again.

Jason: Auf Wiedersehn! (Springt von einer Klippe ins Meer)

Espero que la salida sea alegre y espero no volver nunca más.

Good night, sweet prince," M-Bot whispered as the junk crashed to the ground. "Or princess. Or, most likely, genderless piece of inanimate space junk.

Is that the constables?" Aunt Gin asked, sounding horrified. "Afraid so," Wax said, pulling the door closed. The carriage lurched into motion, and Steris leaned out the window, waving farewell to the poor innkeeper. "Framed for murder!" Steris called to her. "It's on page seventeen of the list I gave you! Try not to let them harass our servants too much when they arrive!

Please don't be angry at me for abandoning you. I was given an extension on life. I should have died in Mare's place years ago. I was ready for this. The others will need you. You're their Mistborn now— you'll have to protect them in the months to come. The nobility will send assassins against our fledgling kingdom's rulers. Farewell. I'll tell Mare about you. She always wanted a daughter.

No, my friend," Wit said, standing up. "I've abandoned my real name. But when next we meet, I'll think of a clever one for you to call me. Until then, Wit will suffice—or if you must, you may call me Hoid. Watch yourself; Sadeas is planning a revelation at the feast tonight, though I know not what it is. Farewell. I'm sorry I didn't insult you more.

To my father and son,'" Grandpa Smedry read, adjusting his Oculator's Lenses as he examined the note. "'I am bad at saying goodbye. Goodbye.'" He lowered the paper, shrugging.

I can't decide if I'm glad to be old enough to wish my world a fond farewell, or if I envy the young lads who get to explore this world.

Going?'' Vin asked, perking up. ''But you just got in!" ''That's the funny thing about arriving somewhere, Vin.'' he said with a wink. "Once you're there, the only thing you can really do is leave again.

They didn't speak as the sun slowly sank before them. Why was it most colorful when it was about to vanish for the night? Was it angry at being forced belong the horizon? Or was it a showman, giving a performance before retiring?

There is nothing left of you, I can see it in your eyes. Sing the anthem of the angels,and say the last goodbye...

This is not an exit.

And she walked away, and she walked away, and that was that, and that was that.

In life, people walked together part of the way. Then their paths diverged, so slowly and unnoticed that it wasn't clear what had happened until it was too late. And by that time they were already out of sight of each other.

We should go forth on the shortest walk, perchance, in the spirit of undying adventure, never to return; prepared to send back our embalmed hearts only, as relics to our desolate kingdoms. If you are ready to leave father and mother, and brother and sister, and wife and child and friends, and never see them again; if you have paid your debts, and made your will, and settled all your affairs, and are a free man; then you are ready for a walk.

Friendship is first, Friendship last. But it is equally impossible to forget our Friends, and to make them answer to our ideal. When they say farewell, then indeed we begin to keep them company. How often we find ourselves turning our backs on our actual Friends, that we may go and meet their ideal cousins. I would that I were worthy to be any man's Friend.

Farewell, my friends, my path inclines to this side the mountain, yours to that. We are no longer the representatives of our former selves.

I adore a moat,' said Isabel. 'Good-bye.

At present, with her sense that the note of change had been struck, came gradually a host of images of the things she was leaving behind her.