Saying Goodbye Quotes

Life is made of ever so many partings welded together.

It's interesting, isn't it? . . . the chandelier . . . it reminds me of mushroom soup.

On a day of burial there is no perspective--for space itself is annihilated. Your dead friend is still a fragmentary being. The day you bury him is a day of chores and crowds, of hands false or true to be shaken, of the immediate cares of mourning. The dead friend will not really die until tomorrow, when silence is round you again. Then he will show himself complete, as he was--to tear himself away, as he was, from the substantial you. Only then will you cry out because of him who is leaving and whom you cannot detain.

Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! - I have as much soul as you, - and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you!

I don't know when we'll see each other again or what the world will be like when we do. We may both have seen many horrible things. But I will think of you every time I need to be reminded that there is beauty and goodness in the world.

To say goodbye is not to develop amnesia

History never really says goodbye. History says, see you later.

It was my destiny to love and say goodbye.

There's never a right time to say goodbye.

Even as I hold you, I am letting you go.

Your time may come. Do not be too sad, Sam. You cannot be always torn in two. You will have to be one and whole, for many years. You have so much to enjoy and to be, and to do.

Nothing's worse than saying goodbye. It's a little like dying.

Naturally there will come a time, when I will have to say goodbye, but I've soul-searched and this is not the time.

Being able to say goodbye is a sign of growth.

Torment in the dark was the danger that I feared, and it did not hold me back. But I would not have come, had I known the danger of light and joy. Now I have taken my worst wound in this parting, even if I were to go this night straight to the Dark Lord. Alas for Gimli son of Glóin!

They parted at last with mutual civility, and possibly a mutual desire of never meeting again.

When I go to a party, nobody says hello. But when I leave, everybody says goodbye.

Sleep tight, ya morons!

Farewell, my great one, my own, farewell, my pride, farewell, my swift, deep, dear river, how I loved your daylong splashing, how I loved to plunge into your cold waves.

Only those who have dared to let go can dare to re-enter.

I wonder how you say goodbye to someone forever?

I've always liked what the Navajos say when they part. They never say 'Goodbye.' They say 'Go in beauty.'

Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved

Farewell has a sweet sound of reluctance. Good-by is short and final, a word with teeth sharp to bite through the string that ties past to the future.

There's nothing more difficult than saying goodbye to a house where you've suffered.

There is someone I must say goodbye to. Oh, not you - we are sure to see each other again - but the Lily Bart you knew. I have kept her with me all this time, but now we are going to part, and I have brought her back to you - I am going to leave her here. When I go out presently she will not go with me. I shall like to think that she has stayed with you.

Poetry, like love, is something we never truly say goodbye to.

To raise the veil. To see what you're saying goodbye to.

There are lines upon my face from a lifetime of smiles

true love never says goodbye

Say goodbye to yesterday...those are the words I'll never say.

When I'm all alone, nobody else can say goodbye.

is this fragile love/ a way/ to say/ goodbye

One of the difficult things of so much travelling is to say goodbye.

How do you say goodbye to someone who isn't exactly gone.

Since I’ve known you, you’ve been spinning and spinning and spinning into all these various personas, and none of this self-exploration and experimentation has given you a sense of peace. I’ve known you for six years, intimately for four, and I still have no idea who I’m in love with.

Oh, never and forever aren't for mortals, love. But we won't be parted till I know it's right that we part.

At last, the wheel comes full circle

Sometimes we have so much to say, we cannot say it. Sometimes it's best we do not say goodbyes.

Those of us who do not live forever do not like change perhaps as much as those of you who do.

Saying goodbye to the people you love isn't easy

I never thought it would end like this. I never thought he would leave me without saying goodbye.

She was saying goodbye and she didn't even know it.