Stephen King Quotes

Maybe you should say goodbye, Cal.' 'No.' 'It might be important.' 'It might make her die.

It's the emptiest and yet the fullest of all human messages: 'Good-bye.

Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part.

There's never a right time to say goodbye.

Turning Wearily, as one would turn to nod goodbye to Rochefoucauld, If the street were time and he as the end of the street.

To say goodbye is to die a little.

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

And if there's a moral there, I don't know what it is, save maybe that we should take our goodbyes whenever we can.

All partings foreshadow the great final one.

Thank you for your coffee, seignior. I shall miss that when we leave Casablanca.

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.

I'm sorry to see it end.

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 do not say goodbye. I believe that's one of the bullshitiest words ever invented. It's not like you're given the choice to say bad-bye, or awful-bye, or couldn't-care-less-about-you-bye. Everytime you leave, it's supposed to be a good one.

Farewell's a bitter word to say.

Farewell is said by the living, in life, every day. It is said with love and friendship, with the affirmation that the memories are lasting if the flesh is not.

And now, gentlemen, like your manners, I must leave you.

Life is a series of hellos and goodbyes; I'm afraid it's time for goodbye again

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.

Naturally there will come a time, when I will have to say goodbye, but I've soul-searched and this is not the time.

Nothing's worse than saying goodbye. It's a little like dying.

Saying goodbye to the people you love isn't easy

I say good-bye to hope, but I also say good-bye to hope's disappointment.

I'm going now. My time has come.