Best 80 of Goodbyes quotes - MyQuotes

By Anonym 16 Sep

Julio-alexi Genao

I couldn’t make myself move from the bed. To reach for you. I’d known this moment was coming, and now that it had arrived I found I had no strength in my limbs. Only my voice. Only words. Asking you to stay.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Shannon A. Thompson

I don’t say goodbye unless I think it’s final.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Rainbow Rowell

That's what people say- 'it's not good-bye' - when they're too afraid to face what they're really feeling. I'm not going to see you tomorrow, Park- I don't know when I'll see you again. That deserves more than 'it's not good-bye.'" "I'm not afraid to face what I'm feeling." he said. "Not you," she said, her voice breaking. "Me.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Celeste Ng

Stay,” Pauline said. Her eyes were almost feverishly bright, and Mia wanted to rise and fold Pauline into her arms. But Pauline waved her to sit and held up her camera. “Please,” she said. “I want to take both of you.” She took a whole roll, one exposure after another, and then Mal came out with a pot of tea and a shawl for Pauline’s shoulders, and Pauline put the camera away. By the time Mia boarded the plane back to San Francisco that evening, Pearl in her arms, she had forgotten all about it. “Do what it takes,” Pauline had said to her as she had hugged her good-bye. For the first time, she had kissed Mia on the cheek. “I’m expecting great things from you.” Her use of the present tense—as if this were just an ordinary good-bye, as if she, Pauline, had every expectation of watching Mia’s career unfurl before her over decades—penned Mia’s voice in her throat. She had pulled Pauline close and breathed her in, her particular scent of lavender and eucalyptus, and turned away again before Pauline could see her cry.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Stephen King

Also, I suppose I wanted to say goodbye to someone, and have someone say goodbye to me. The goodbyes we speak and the goodbyes we hear are the goodbyes that tell us we're still alive, after all.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Stephen Chbosky

I was last. Sam walked up and held me for a long time. Finally, she whispered in my ear. She said a lot of wonderful things about how it was okay that I wasn't ready last night and how she would miss me and how she wanted me to take care of myself while she was gone. 'You're my best friend,' was all I could say in return. She smiled and kissed my cheek, and it was like for a moment, the bad part of last night disappeared. But it still felt like a goodbye rather than a 'see ya.' The thing was, I didn't cry. I didn't know what I felt. Finally, Sam climbed into her pickup, and Patrick started it up. And a great song was playing. And everyone smiled. Including me. But I wasn't there anymore.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Sanhita Baruah

I've heard you say so many a time That I know just the right words to say, just the right lines to rhyme... Today it's been 7 years since we last met I have learnt to say just the wrong words, just the lines you hate....

By Anonym 19 Sep

Charles Bukowski

there’s nothing to discuss there’s nothing to remember there’s nothing to forget it’s sad and it’s not sad seems the most sensible thing a person can do is sit with drink in hand as the walls wave their goodbye smiles one comes through it all with a certain amount of efficiency and bravery then leaves some accept the possibility of God to help them get through others take it staight on and to these I drink tonight.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Suzanne Collins

And I’m left staring out the window, watching District 12 disappear, with all my good-byes still hanging on my lips.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Sean Gibson

Bards don’t believe in goodbyes—we know that the roads we walk are winding, and we generally tend to come back to people and places we’ve known and been before, and often at just the right time.” I smiled. “We’ll meet again.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Veronica Rossi

She could have lived every minute she'd had with him better. She should have always spoken the best words she could to him.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Khadija Rupa

Where the cheerful children of unwritten poems, play all around, you will find me there.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Beth Revis

I’d been prepared for the goodbyes—as prepared as anyone could be, I guess—but I wasn’t at all prepared for a hello.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Martina Boone

As long as you loved somebody, each kiss was hope and wonder, but it was also the potential for good-bye.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Laini Taylor

Beso tus ojos y dejo mi corazón en tus manos

By Anonym 18 Sep

Dc Allen

She has become so well versed in good-byes, the spoken and unspoken, the planned and unplanned, the teary ones and happy ones. Don’t be angry she begs, she surrendered and gave up long ago on anyone reading her, her life, her fears, her accomplishments, her gifts, her tears, her happy, her weird, her crazy, and all of her story. She screams I’m not the chapter titles or the end paragraph, don’t you see, I’m all the words written between.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Rick Yancey

There's nothing left to say. There's a million things left to say.

By Anonym 18 Sep

John Green

squeeze his hand. He squeezes back. You stare up at the same sky together, and after a while he says, I have to go, and you say, Good-bye, and he says, Good-bye, Aza, and no one ever says good-bye unless they want to see you again.

By Anonym 16 Sep

John Berryman

Goodbye, sir, & fare well. You’re in the clear.

By Anonym 16 Sep

A. Esquivel

He still had his eyes on me, and it occurred to me that he was thinking the same thing as I was; that I was very underdressed to be here. I needed to leave, and quickly. But I didn't know how to say goodbye...

By Anonym 18 Sep

Avijeet Das

Sometimes saying 'goodbye' may be the best thing to say to someone!

By Anonym 16 Sep

Rachel A. Marks

I drag the body out into the snowdrifts, as far away from our shack as I can muster. I put her in a thicket of trees, where the green seems to still have a voice in the branches, and try not to think about the beasts that’ll soon be gathering. There’s no way of burying her; the ground is a solid rock of ice beneath us. I kneel beside her and want desperately to weep. My throat tightens and my head aches. Everything hurts inside. But I have no way of releasing it. I’m locked up and hard as stone. “I’m sorry, Mamma,” I whisper to the shell in front of me. I take her hand. It could belong to a glass doll. There’s no life there anymore. So I gather rocks, one by one, and set them over her, trying my best to protect her from the birds, the beasts, keep her safe as much as I can now. I pile the dark stones gently on her stomach, her arms, and over her face, until she becomes one with the mountain. I stand and study my work, feeling like the rocks are on me instead, then I leave the body for the forest and ice.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Suzanne Collins

I do plan on saying one or two things to him when we're allowed an hour for goodbyes. To let him know how essential he's been to me all these years. How better my life has been for knowing him.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Sanober Khan

a flower knows, when its butterfly will return, and if the moon walks out, the sky will understand; but now it hurts, to watch you leave so soon, when I don't know, if you will ever come back.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Mehmet Murat Ildan

Farewell - though it sounds very tragic - is sometimes the best exit from the hell of unhappiness!

By Anonym 16 Sep

Amie Kaufman

Flynn -I'm glad you ruined me." Her voice stabs my heart, because I recognize that tone. I've heard it before. "Don't start with the good-byes

By Anonym 20 Sep

Bhavya Kaushik

You were the colors to my monochrome life. My morning light and my midnight dream. Flawed, yet whole. You used to think that you weren’t enough – but you were enough for me. You were my first everything. My fire. My tornado. You were the eye of my storm. The moment I saw you, I knew you were going to destroy my life. But I let it happen. There was just something magical and outlandish about playing with fire that I couldn’t resist. I wanted to be as close as I could to the idea of destroying myself. It didn’t happen out of the blue. Day by day – moment by moment, I started to lose myself. With every kiss, you took away a part of me. Until one day, I woke up and I wasn’t myself anymore. I never thought that a disaster could be so damn beautiful. I don’t regret it. But I regret waking up next to an empty bed and how unceremoniously you left when the damage was done. I saw your picture today, holding someone else’s hand. And it made me realize that some disasters don’t make a sound. Not every destruction stands still. Some of them might walk right past you.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Richard Bachman

Another time, another place.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Mala Naidoo

Memories don't die, they become shelved in recesses of one's mind, resurfacing when the triggers of life re-ignite them, lighting up the heart, in a warm glow of remembrance. - "Vindication Across Time

By Anonym 18 Sep

Jenny Han

People come in and out of your life. For a time they're your world; they are everything. There's no telling how long you will have them near...It's the good-byes that are hard.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Aishah Madadiy

I have never been good at saying goodbyes to people. What else can they offer rather than a reciprocal desolation?

By Anonym 16 Sep

Heather Lynn Rigaud

It seemed so good when it started. I gave my trust to you. I came to you open-hearted, Hoping it was true. Now I've gotten smart. Now I've learned some things. Now I know that what once was a start, Is just an ending. The longest good-bye I ever knew, The longest good-bye Was the day I said hello to you.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Irene Nemirovsky

În clipa aceea nu-i era rușine că-l iubea, pentru că dorința ei era moartă și simțea pentru el numai milă și o tandrețe profundă, aproape maternă. Se strădui să zâmbească. -Ca mame chinezoaică care își trimite fiul la război recomandându-i prudență (pentru că războiul nu este lipsit de pericole), vă rog, în amintirea mea, să vă menajați pe cât posibil viața. -Înseamnă mult pentru dumneata? întreabă el neliniștit. -Da. Înseamnă mult pentru mine.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Evgenij Vodolazkin

They embraced in parting. There were tears in the merchant’s eyes: “I do not like parting.” “Life consists of partings,” said Arseny. “But you can rejoice more fully in companionship when you remember that.” “But I would (the merchant Vladislav blew his nose) gather up all the good people I’ve met and never let them go.” “I think then they would quickly become mean,” smiled Ambrogio. (p. 238)

By Anonym 16 Sep

Adelheid Manefeldt

I sit on a rock and watch children playing in the park below They don't see me Or know my thoughts Or that you haven't called But I forgive them their indifference today Above me a crow caws Perhaps he smells the crumbs on my dress Or my anger But he flits away over the trees Probably has a home Probably has a wife Probably knew to call The children leave The coffee in my can turns cold The wind nips at me Some street lights flicker on But I won't move Not yet I will wait for the night to chase me Back where I came from Up the empty street To a quiet house

By Anonym 15 Sep

Marie Coulson

Breathless, I gazed into his eyes. “I love you Ollie. No matter what happens, never forget that. I will always love you. You have a piece of my heart forever.” Beaming at me the tip of his nose touched mine as his forehead rested against my own. “I love you too Layla. You’ve had my heart since the moment you looked up at me from the hallway floor. You always will.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Rainbow Rowell

But..." I'm not ready for you to stop being my problem. "It makes more sense, Park. If you leave soon, you can still get home by dark.: "But if I leave soon..." His voice dropped. "I leave soon." "We have to say good-bye anyway." she said. "Does it matter if it's now or a few hours from now or tomorrow morning?" "Are you kidding?" he looked down at her, hoping he'd miss his turn. "Yes.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Kevin Hearne

Saying good-bye properly afforded me a measure of peace. It was a binding of a different sort, absent of the earth's power, but still hard proof that there is magic yet in the world.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Holly Hood

Maybe I am everything I knew that I would never be. I looked back at Jay and smiled.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Beau Taplin

Some goodbyes are not ends but releases.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Charles Dickens

Come! Let us make that bargain. Think of me at my best, if circumstances should ever part us!

By Anonym 16 Sep

Stephen King

I feel like a man standing at the mouth of an old mine-shaft that is full of cave-ins waiting to happen, standing there and saying goodbye to the daylight.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Masha Hamilton

I'll be back," she said. "Very soon." He needed to reply. He needed to say Good, come back; better, Don't go; or better still, I'll join you. He wanted to say, Your neck is beautiful. He wanted to say, I never ever thought my life would hold this, and if your leaving is what I must give for what I was given, then it was worth it. But the children were all around and Mr Abasi was calling out and motioning for her to come, and anyway, he knew now, if he hadn't known before, that there were limitations to words - words in the air or on a page.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Morgan Matson

And she kept following the truck, like we were a very small parade, waving and waving, until Frank took the curve in the road and then she was gone.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Rainbow Rowell

I just can't believe that life would give us to each other," he said, "and then take it back." "I can," she said. "Life's a bastard." He held her tighter, and pushed his face into her neck. "But it's up to us..." he said softly. "It's up to us not to lose this.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Trevor Driggers

I saw her disappear from my life like a star that fades into obscurity behind a veil of clouds.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Sarah Crossan

Time travel me back. Let me say good-bye again. A minute more, a moment, a chance to see. . .

By Anonym 16 Sep

Sheila Moon

Isia stepped forward. "Yes, sir. I know." Holding his fine brilliant wings above his body, he stood in front of us with his luminous lidless eyes full upon us. "I'm sorry to leave you. We've shared a lot together, and you have loved me even when I was ugly. But we'll see each other. Good-bye.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Heather Anastasiu

We stood, holding each other's faces, memorising every last detail. I was deperate with my own need to capture this last, lingering moment, desperate to forget the horrible sink at the pit of my stomach telling me all this would be lost forever once they pulled the chip out. Please don't let me forget.