Browsing Topic Best Good Bye Quotes

Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it happened.

Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.

Great is the art of beginning, but greater is the art of ending.

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

Hitoshi: I’ll never be able to be here again. As the minutes slide by, I move on. The flow of time is something I cannot stop. I haven’t a choice. I go. One caravan has stopped, another starts up. There are people I’ve yet to meet, others I’ll never see again. People who are gone before you know it, people who are just passing through. Even as we exchange hellos, they seem to grow transparent. I must keep living with the flowing river before my eyes. I earnestly pray that a trace of my girl-child self will always be with you. For waving good-bye, I thank you.

True love doesn’t have a happy ending, because true love never ends. Letting go is one way of saying I love you.

Hello and good-bye are not as simple as everyone thinks.

And if she asks you why you can tell her that I told you. That I’m tired of Castles in the Air. I’ve got a dream I want the world to share in castle walls. Just leave me to despair. Hills of forest green where the mountains touch the sky. A dream come true, I’ll live there ’til I die. I’m asking you, to say my last good-bye. The love we knew, ain’t worth another try.

I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle and end.

Death’s in the good-bye.

The best things said come last. People will talk for hours saying nothing much and then linger at the door with words that come with a rush from the heart.

For me there were only two ways on the precipice – either I have to fall in or I have to fall out, to accept or say good-bye. The moment I crossed the precipice, it no longer was a discipline – it became a passion, an urge to pursue. Then I experienced freedom. Freedom comes when the discipline revolutionizes the discipline as a passion for the art.

In the hope to meetShortly again, and make our absence sweet.

Good-bye… why am I hemorrhaging ?

Oh! Moon of Alabama We now must say good-bye We’ve lost our good old mama And must have whiskey Oh, you know why!

As contraries are known by contraries, so is the delight of presence best known by the torments of absence.

If you said good-bye to me tonight, There would still be music left to write.

Thank God I found the GOOD in goodbye

We didn’t say good bye. But we knew it would be the end if we were apart. There was no reason to call or write letters. As it would have been meaningless, if we couldn’t hold each other tight.

I have had passionate kisses and fierce ones, kisses so sweet they tasted like pure honey and kisses that cut like knives, but until this moment, I’ve never had one that said both hello and good-bye.

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.

The weird thing about saying good-bye is that it never gets easier.

Gone – flitted away, Taken the stars from the night and the sun From the day! Gone, and a cloud in my heart.

The return makes one love the farewell.

They say funerals are not for the dead but for the living. Those rites are what permit you to move on, so if you don’t deal with the remains, you can never deal with the memories. That might be true; we may have walked in their dust down on Venice Minor, but it’s not the same as a proper good-bye.

Good-bye Dr. Steve,’ I said, then climbed the stairs and went to the fifth floor to die.

It feels right. But it’s emotional. Saying goodbye to anything you’ve done that long is hard.

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.

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

We spoke of how to say good-bye, Jem said. When Jonathan bid farewell to David, he said, ‘Go in peace, for as much as we have sworn, both of us, saying the Lord be between me and thee, forever.’ They did not see each other again, but they did not forget. So it will be with us. When I am Brother Zachariah, when I no longer see the world with my human eyes, I will still be in some part the Jem you knew, and I will see you with the eyes of my heart.

Why can’t we get all the people together in the world that we really like and then just stay together? I guess that wouldn’t work. Someone would leave. Someone always leaves. Then we would have to say good-bye. I hate good-byes. I know what I need. I need more hellos.

And though you want to last forever,You know you never will,You know you never will,And the good-bye makes the journey harder still.

I really don’t want to say goodbye to any of you people.

[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.

Gather the stars if you wish it so Gather the songs and keep them. Gather the faces of women. Gather for keeping years and years. And then… Loosen your hands, let go and say good-bye. Let the stars and songs go. Let the faces and years go. Loosen your hands and say good-bye.