Arthur C. Clarke Quotes

There's never a right time to say goodbye.

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.

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

Saying goodbye to the people you love isn't easy

Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.

Goodbyes are overrated.

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

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.

Thank God and Greyhound you're gone.

Where thou art gone, adieus and farewells are a sound unknown.

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

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

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.

Tomorrow, more's the pity, Away we both must hie, To air the ditty and to earth I.

Farewell's a bitter word to say.

One of the difficult things of so much travelling is to say goodbye.

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

But, reader, there is no comfort in the word "farewell," even if you say it in French. "Farewell" is a word that,in any language, is full of sorrow. It is a word that promises absolutely nothing.

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

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.

Look, I hate good-byes, too. But sometimes, we need them just to survive.