Getting dragged, kicking and screaming out of the ring, begging for mercy from whomever it is that fires me, and never be seen again. That's how I wanna go out. Haha, yeah, I don't want any. . hero's goodbye, or a big send off. I don't want a retirement ceremony. That's not how I'm built, I just wanna disappear into the sunset and have people, 'Man, that guy was a jerk. Wow, I'm glad he's gone. '
Don't you want me to kiss you goodbye, sweetie?" "Kiss a cow farm boy
No one but me can save myself though its too late, death greets me warm, now i will just say goodbye.
Pard, we will meet again in the Happy Hunting Ground To part no more, Goodbye
Irish people give big hellos and very little goodbyes. Unless they're female, and then they spend five hours talking in the doorway to the person that's leaving their house.
Everyone struggles against despair, but it always wins in the end. It has to. It's the thing that lets us say goodbye.
If you never stop when you wave goodbye you just might find, if you give it time, you will wave hello again.
Love me, even if it's a lie. Leave me yet never say goodbye
I always knew I was going to leave the Midwest but didn't really know how the opportunity would present itself. When it happened, I was like, "Yes, okay right now, I'm coming. Goodbye!"
I see you have wavey hair. . . . its waveing goodbye!
Here lies my past, Goodbye I have kissed it; Thank you kids, I wouldn't have missed it.
This is what I know about love, That it is tested every day, and what is not renewed is lost. One chooses either to care more or to care less. Once the choice is to care less, then there is no stopping the momentum of goodbye. Each loved thing slips away. There is no stopping it.
It's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies
I want him to know I love him. I want him to feel that we both tried, but this was way too big for us: we aren't going to survive this. Even if I hadn't done what I did with Mal, almost all the strings of our marriage have been severed; waiting together to say goodbye is the last one. Once it has been cut, only love will remain. And it takes more than love--no matter how fervent, deep and passionate--to keep two people together.
The harder you fight to hold on to specific assumptions, the more likely there's gold in letting go of them.
There's nothing more difficult than saying goodbye to a house where you've suffered.
Woke the next day and found her note. Love ya, goodbye, that's all she wrote.
I never say goodbye, I say, “au-revoir. ” Goodbye is so final. Au-revoir means I will see you again.
I've read a lot of war writing, even World War I writing, the British war poetry of Wilfred Owen and Siegfried Sassoon, Robert Graves's memoir "Goodbye to All That," and a civilian memoir "Testament of Youth" by Vera Brittain.
It's the emptiest and yet the fullest of all human messages: 'Good-bye.