George R. R. Martin Quotes

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

here we were again , always saying good-bye

Don't let the door hit you where the good Lord split you.

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

Seems like we always spend the best part of our time just saying goodbye.

There's never a right time to say goodbye.

Farewell, good Salisbury, and good luck go with thee!

Stations and airports are rehearsals for separations by death.

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.

Thank God and Greyhound you're gone.

Let's just hug already," he says. Keeping one hand firm on Caleb's arm, I wrapped my free arm around Zeke, and he does the same. When we break apart, I pull Caleb down the alley, and can't resist calling back, "I'll miss you." "You too, sweetie!" He grins, and his teeth are white in the twilight. They are the last thing I see of him before I have to turn and set out at a trot for the train.

To the guests that must go, bid God's speed and brush away all traces of their steps.

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.

On the eve of long voyages or an absence of many years, friends who are tenderly attached will seperate with the usual look, the usual pressure of the hand, planning one final interview for the morrow, while each well knows that it is but a poor feint to save the pain of uttering that one word, and the meeting will never be. Should possibilities be worse to bear than certainties?

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

Goodbye -- Because I love you.

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

Hey, don't take this the wrong way, but don't come back, ok?

And, if you love me, as I think you do, let's kiss and part, for we have much to do

I drove off, with my friends watching me go, all of them grouped on Lissa's hood. As I pulled onto the road, I glanced into the rearview and saw them: they were waving, hands moving through the air, their voices loud, calling out after me. The square of that mirror was like a frame, holding this picture of them saying good-bye, pushing me forward, before shifting gently out of sight, inch by fluid inch, as I turned away.

There's nothing here to say good-bye to. There's no dancing girl. No mischievous smile. She's gone, off with her sisters, broken free, escaped. And if she were here now, she would say, "Go.

Look out your window, and I'll be gone. You're the reason I'm a-traveling on.

I will be the one to leave you.

Goodbyes are on of the hardest things about life. One way or another people were always leaving... Always moving on.