J. K. Rowling Quotes

So goodbye, I'll be leaving, I see no sense in this crying and grieving. We'll both live a lot longer, if you live without me.

It hurts when it don't last, no easy way saying bye. So I'mma spread my wings and head for the sky.

I don't think you can ever fill the empty space with the thing you lost.

eleven months. now she's gone gone as they go.

It's impossible to compete with the dead. I wished I could stop trying.

We had a good run, and now it’s over; what’s wrong with that?

His door is closed behind me. It's staying closed. He's letting me go. I think I've made myself very clear, but no ones stepping forward to stop me. A lot of you cared, just not enough. And that...that is what i needed to find out. And I did find out. And I'm sorry.

For the first time I was learning how much easier it was to leave than to stay behind and love.

Everything we love goes. So to be able to grieve that loss, to let go, to have that grief be absolutely full, is the only way to have our heart be full and open.

I’ve lost so many people. Some I left on purpose and never looked back. Some were taken from me, and I never said good-bye.

I know it's hard to let go of people that have been with you forever. Sometimes it's time to call it a day.

For a while, Mirabelle believes there will be a moment when he will cave in and let himself love her, but eventually she lets the idea go. She hits bottom. She dwells in the muck for several months, not depressed exactly, but involved in a mourning that at first she thinks is for Ray but soon realizes is for the loss of her old self.

I say good-bye to the part of myself that misses him so much.

Let them go, I tell myself. Say good-bye and forget them. I do my best, thinking of them one by one, releasing them like birds from the protective cages inside me, locking the doors against their return.

I'll never see them again. I know that. And they know that. And knowing this, we say farewell.

You who have inhabited me in the deepest and most broken place, are going, going

But Laila has decided that she will not be crippled by resentment. Mariam wouldn’t want it that way. ‘What’s the sense?’ she would say with a smile both innocent and wise. ‘What good is it, Laila jo?’ And so Laila has resigned herself to moving on. For her own sake, for Tariq’s, for her children’s. And for Mariam, who still visits Laila in her dreams, who is never more than a breath or two below her consciousness. Laila has moved on. Because in the end she knows that’s all she can do. That and hope.

You keep waiting for the heaviness to leave you. You keep waiting for the moment you never think about the ex again. It doesn't come.

No one teaches you how to do this. How do you let go of someone who you love so much?

I knew it in my bones. That this time was it. I had finally made my choice, and so had he. He let me go. I was relieved, which I expected. What I didn't expect was to feel so much grief.

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.

For we lose not only by death, but also by leaving and being left, by changing and letting go and moving on.

Alex is dead, do you hear me? All of that-what we felt, what it meant- that's done now, okay? Buried. Blown away.

See, as much as you want to hold on to the bitter sore memory that someone has left this world, you are still in it