Rachel Caine Quotes

Saying goodbye to the people you love isn't easy

There's no greater power than the power of good-bye.

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.

We all have to find our own ways to say good-bye.

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.

There's never a right time to say goodbye.

Yes, I will go. I would rather grieve over your absence than over you.

Goodbyes are sad, no matter what the promise of tomorrow is.

The time was fast approaching when Earth, like all mothers, must say farewell to her children.

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.

Good-byes breed a sort of distaste for whomever you say good-bye to; this hurts, you feel, this must not happen again.

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.

Goodbyes weren't all they were cracked up to be

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

Saying goodbye is very emotional.

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.

There's a kind of release And a kind of torment in every goodbye for every man.

Every farewell combines loss and new freedom.

Goodbye, my love, my life. Goodbye, goodbye.

The jovial party broke up next morning. Breakings-up are capital things in our school-days, but in after life they are painful enough. Death, self-interest, and fortune's changes, are every day breaking up many a happy group, and scattering them far and wide; and the boys and girls never come back again.

Farewell's a bitter word to say.

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.

There is a time for hello and a time for good-bye. It's why the act of burying thing seems natural, but the act of digging them up does not.