Only those who have dared to let go can dare to re-enter.
I've always liked what the Navajos say when they part. They never say 'Goodbye. ' They say 'Go in beauty. '
History never really says goodbye. History says, see you later.
is this fragile love a way to say goodbye
Sometimes we have so much to say, we cannot say it. Sometimes it's best we do not say goodbyes.
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.
I never thought it would end like this. I never thought he would leave me without saying goodbye.
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.
Nothing's worse than saying goodbye. It's a little like dying.
When I'm all alone, nobody else can say goodbye.
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!
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.
It's interesting, isn't it?. . . the chandelier. . . it reminds me of mushroom soup.
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.
To say goodbye is not to develop amnesia
Saying goodbye to the people you love isn't easy
One of the difficult things of so much travelling is to say goodbye.
Naturally there will come a time, when I will have to say goodbye, but I've soul-searched and this is not the time.
Those of us who do not live forever do not like change perhaps as much as those of you who do.
They parted at last with mutual civility, and possibly a mutual desire of never meeting again.