Sarah Dessen Quotes

I say good-bye to the part of myself that misses him so much.

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.

Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.

Goodbye- please don't cry/we both know that I'm not what you need. But I will always love you.

I'll always be sad that my marriage ended.

Thinking so hard on her soft eyes and memories of the signs that it's over. It's over.

Saying goodbye to close ones is always the hardest.

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.

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

It's lonely to say goodbye. Very lonely. Partings are the beginnings of new meetings. Beginnings happen because there are endings…Meetings. Beginnings. It's not too late…to believe in them after the fact.

As the presence of those we love is as a double life, so absence, in its anxious longing and sense of vacancy, is as a foretaste of death.

And it's okay if you have to go away Oh just remember the telephone works both ways And if I never ever hear them ring If nothing else I'll think the bells inside Have finally found you someone else and that's okay Cause I'll remember everything you sang ((You and I both))

They say that breaking up is hard to do, now I know, I know that it's true.

Losing love is like a window in your heart.

The truth is that she told me she couldn't love me. When she said goodbye, she was saying goodbye forever. And yet. I made myself forget. I don't know why. I keep asking myself. But I did.

I'll miss you forever.' Blake - Devil To Pay

The sun won't shine since you went away, seems like the rain's falling every day. There's just one heart, where there once was two; that's the way it's gotta be until I get over you.

I knew something as I watched: almost everyone was saying goodbye to me. I was becoming one of the many little-girl-losts. They would go back to their homes and put me to rest, a letter from the past never to be reopened or reread. And I could say goodbye to them, wish them well, bless them somehow for their good thoughts. A handshake in the street, a dropped item picked up and retrieved and handed back, or a friendly wave from the distant window, a nod, a smile, a moment when the eyes lock over the antics of a child.

They say that time heals a broken heart, but time has stood still since we've been apart.

We only said goodbye with words I died a hundred time, you go back to her and I go back to black.

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

I wake up every morning and it's like when you break up with somebody who has really broken your heart.

There's nothing more difficult than saying goodbye to a house where you've suffered.

You keep waiting for the heaviness to leave you. You keep waiting for the moment you never think about the ex again. It doesn't come.

I don't love you anymore. Goodbye.