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.
Parting with friends is a sadness. A place is only a place.
Fare thee well, and if for ever Still for ever fare thee well.
Naturally there will come a time, when I will have to say goodbye, but I've soul-searched and this is not the time.
Don't let the door hit you where the good Lord split you.
Good-bye -- if you hear of my being stood up against a stone wall and shot to rags please know that I think that a pretty good way to depart this life. It beats old age, disease or falling down the cellar stairs.
Farewell! if ever fondest prayer For other's weal avail'd on high, Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky.
Nothing's worse than saying goodbye. It's a little like dying.
I hope the exit is joyful and i hope never to return.
Goodbyes are on of the hardest things about life. One way or another people were always leaving... Always moving on.
It is never good dwelling on good-byes ... it is not the being together that it prolongs, it is the parting.
When she packed up to leave, she knew that she was saying goodbye to something important, which was not that bad, in a way, because it meant that at least you had said hello to it to begin with.
It is never a mistake to say good-bye.
Goodbye, kind year, we walk no more together. But here in quiet happiness we part.
Thank you for your coffee, seignior. I shall miss that when we leave Casablanca.
Farewell - farewell, For I am weary of the weight of time.
I'm going now. My time has come.
Goodbye, my love, my life. Goodbye, goodbye.
I do not say goodbye. I believe that's one of the bullshitiest words ever invented. It's not like you're given the choice to say bad-bye, or awful-bye, or couldn't-care-less-about-you-bye. Everytime you leave, it's supposed to be a good one.
Thank God and Greyhound you're gone.
Will you walk out of the air, my lord? HAMLET Into my grave.
Let's raise our glass and let the hammer fly, yeah, this is the long good-bye.
Goodbye to the sun that shines for me no longer.
Sun, I come to see you for the last time.
Now hollow fires burn out to black, And lights are guttering low: Square your shoulders, lift your pack And leave your friends and go.
