The colicky baby who becomes calm, the quiet infant who throws temper tantrums at two, the wild child at four who becomes seriousand studious at six all seem to surprise their parents. It is difficult to let go of one's image of a child, say goodbye to the child a parent knows, and get accustomed to this slightly new child inhabiting the known child's body.
Say goodbye to golden yesterdays: or your heart will never learn to love the present.
I do plan on saying one or two things to him when we're allowed an hour for goodbyes. To let him know how essential he's been to me all these years. How better my life has been for knowing him. " -Katniss Everdeen
Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart.
Goodbye. I am leaving because I am bored.
In time, in time they tell me, I'll not feel so bad. I don't want time to heal me. There's a reason I'm like this. I want time to set me ugly and knotted with loss of you, marking me. I won't smooth you away. I can't say goodbye.
When I create characters, I create a world to inhabit and they begin to feel very real for me. I don't belong in a psych ward, I don't think, but they become very real, like my own family, and then I have to say goodbye, close the door, and work on other things.
Driving me away is easier than saying goodbye.
The funny thing is I showed my daughter E. T. recently, and she was like, it's Pete's Dragon. It's a boy, who makes friend with a creature, and has to say goodbye at the end. I'd never made that connection!
It's goodbye to reality when love sets in.
It's time to say goodbye, but I think goodbyes are sad and I'd much rather say hello. Hello to a new adventure.
I've been in the same place for 10 years and having to say goodbye and clean out the locker is the toughest part.
The funny thing is you oddly don't really say goodbye to all the characters you've played. There's like a chest of drawers in your head that you can always access. They're always around. I'm not sure if that's healthy. But they're all there.
If General Motors, Ford and Chrysler get the bailout that their chief executives asked for yesterday, you can kiss the American automotive industry goodbye. It won't go overnight, but its demise will be virtually guaranteed. Without that bailout, Detroit will need to drastically restructure itself. With it, the automakers will stay the course - the suicidal course of declining market shares, insurmountable labor and retiree burdens, technology atrophy, product inferiority and never-ending job losses. Detroit needs a turnaround, not a check.
Man's feelings are always purest and most glowing in the hour of meeting and of farewell.
Hers was a memory made up of snapshorts: being dragged through the snow by a pack of wolves, first kiss tasting of oranges, saying goodbye behind a cracked windshield. A life made up of promises of what could be: the possibilities contained in a stack of college applications, the thrill of sleeping under a strange roof, the future that lay in Sam's smile. It was a life I didn't want to leave behind. It was a life I didn't want to forget I wasn't done with it yet. There was so much more to say.
Say goodbye to a world where you cannot breathe To hiding behind unfamiliar skin To singing songs never knowing what they mean Now this is the way it was meant to be Be still and listen to the rising and falling Knowledge is power and I never knew me till now.
Las Vegas is the only place I know where money really talks--it says, Goodbye.
It used to be the case that for an Irishman to come to the U. S. involved a perilous journey on a ship. It involved singing lots of songs before you left saying goodbye, and once you were in the U. S. , it involved singing lots of songs about how you were never going to set foot in Ireland again.
Naturally there will come a time, when I will have to say goodbye, but I've soul-searched and this is not the time.
