Juliet Marillier Quotes

It's so hard saying goodbye... it's hard saying good bye to all the things that one has held dear for weeks, months, sometimes years.

It is never good dwelling on good-byes ... it is not the being together that it prolongs, it is the parting.

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

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

Farewell's a bitter word to say.

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.

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

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.

Something that required the best of you has ended. You will miss it.

Saying goodbye to the people you love isn't easy

Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing.

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

There's never a right time to say goodbye.

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

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’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.

Crashing into the trembling void Stretching my hand to you Losing myself to frigid regret Is this fragile love A way To say Good-bye

Every farewell combines loss and new freedom.

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.

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

[H]e lay awake, dreading the dawn when he would have to say good-bye to the small universe he had built for himself over the years.

If you gave me just a coin for every time we say goodbyeWell I'd be rich beyond my dreams, I'm sorry for my weary lifeI know I'm not perfect but I can smileand I hope that you see this heart behind my tired eyes.

To say goodbye is to die a little.