I told you that I love you, I was only telling a lie. I'll be long gone come the crack of dawn and I believe the word is 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.
I hope no one who reads this book has been quite as miserable as Susan and Lucy were that night; but if you have been - if you've been up all night and cried till you have no more tears left in you - you will know that there comes in the end a sort of quietness. You feel as if nothing is ever going to happen again.
Goodbyes are overrated.
I didn't know how to say goodbye. Words were stupid. They said so little. Yet they opened up holes you could fall into and never climb out of again.
My wife is so stupendously ugly it is easier to take her with me than to kiss her goodbye.
Autumn is leaving its mellowness behind for its spiky, rotted stage. Don't remember summer even saying goodbye.
[S]o if the device of the person in the ambulance detected the device of the person he loved the most, or the person who loved him the most, and the person in the ambulance was really badly hurt, and might even die, the ambulance could flash GOODBYE! I LOVE YOU! GOODBYE! I LOVE YOU!
Life is a series of hellos and goodbyes; I'm afraid it's time for goodbye again
When she packed up to leave, she knew that she was saying goodbye to something important, which was not that bad, in a way, because it meant that at least you had said hello to it to begin with.
Never forget me, because if I thought you would, I'd never leave.
Be well, do good work, and keep in touch.
Blind hope. Blind hope is all we have. There's a Greek tragedy called Prometheus Bound; Prometheus is the [titan] that gave humans fire. He's chained to a rock and bemoaning his fate and saying, "I gave you everything. By giving you fire, I gave you blind hope. By giving you a little light that kept you warm at night, I let you believe that this was all going to be okay. " For me, that's what art has been. Music and books, it's an act of hope to make them, and it's an act of hope to listen to them. That hope will be dashed, you will say goodbye.
Are you ready to stop colluding with a culture that makes so many of us feel physically inadequate? Say goodbye to your inner critic, and take this pledge to be kinder to yourself and others.
Goodbye, Room. " I wave up at Skylight. "Say goodbye," I tell Ma. "Goodbye, Room. " Ma says it but on mute. I look back one more time. It's like a crater, a hole where something happened. Then we go out the door.
I suppose in the end, the whole of life becomes an act of letting go, but what always hurts the most is not taking a moment to say goodbye.
The time may have come to say goodbye to Muhammad Ali, because very honestly, I don't think he can beat George Foreman.
Alice: It's the only way to leave. "I don't love you anymore. Goodbye. " Dan: Supposing you do still love them? Alice: You don't leave.
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.
It’s hard to say goodbye to the place you’ve lived. It can be as hard as saying goodbye to a person.