David Mitchell Quotes

What it must feel like, I thought, to look at something, anything really, and know that it’s for the last time?

It was the first time she had visited me here in upstate New York. It was the last time I saw her.

You won't hear from me again.

Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.

Saying nothing... sometimes says the most.

Nothing is as eloquent as nothing.

Edward and I had not had a last grand scene of farewell, nor did I plan one. To speak the word was to make it final. It would be the same as typing the words The End on the last page of a manuscript. So we did not say our goodbyes, and we stayed very close to each other, always touching. Whatever end found us, it would not find us separated.

I'm sorry to see it end.

I promise that this will be the last time you’ll see me. I won’t come back. I won’t put you through anything like this again. You can go on with your life without any more interference from me. It will be as if I’d never existed.

Let's raise our glass and let the hammer fly, yeah, this is the long good-bye.

You never know the last time you’ll see a place. A person.

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 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.

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

We never do anything consciously for the last time without sadness of heart.

Goodbye," I whisper at last, when it no longer matters and there is no one to hear it but the window.

It is never a mistake to say good-bye.

She was saying goodbye and she didn't even know it.

In that last dance of chances I shall partner you no more. I shall watch another turn you As you move across the floor. In that last dance of chances When I bid your life goodbye I will hope she treats you kindly. I will hope you learn to fly. In that last dance of chances When I know you'll not be mine I will let you go with longing And the hope that you'll be fine. In that last dance of chances We shall know each other's minds. We shall part with our regrets When the tie no longer binds.

You hung with me when all the others turned away, turned up their noses We liked the same music, we liked the same bands, we liked the same clothes Yeah we told each other that we were the wildest, the wildest things we'd ever seen Now I wish you would have told me, I wish I could have talked to you Just to say goodbye, Bobby Jean.

Stepped out into the cold, collar high, under the slate gray sky. The air was smoking and the streets were dry, and I wasn't joking when I said goodbye.

Every girl on the planet was familiar to one-last-time e-mail checks.

Farewells can be shattering, but returns are surely worse. Solid flesh can never live up to the bright shadow cast by its absence.

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.

Good bye, proud world! I'm going home; Thou art not my friend, and I'm not thine