Goodbye Quotes

As they say in Corsica... Goodbye!

My world has changed, and so have I. I have learned to choose and I have learned to say goodbye.

You and I will meet again, When we're least expecting it, One day in some far off place, I will recognize your face, I won't say goodbye my friend, For you and I will meet again.

We don't know love like we should. We always talk about 'I have unconditional love' unconditional love is... we don't even know it. Because if a person stops stimulating us, we stop loving them. You're not interesting to talk to anymore, goodbye. But that real love, that love that sometimes is difficult, difficult to have. That's that love. And that's a confidence builder.

What I said was I’ll miss you what I meant to say was I love you what I wanted to say was that I meant what I said and it’s funny how all those things I could have said flooded my head after we said goodbye and I should have told you I’d be willing to hold you until my flesh crumbles into bone because I’m willing to die alone but god knows I don’t want to live that way.

How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.

Good-Bye is an easy word to say but try saying it to a friend. If I never knew you, I'd be safe, but half as real, never knowing I could feel.

Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next.

Life is made of ever so many partings welded together.

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.

I've got seven kids. The three words you hear most around my house are 'hello,' 'goodbye,' and 'I'm pregnant.'

Never forget me, because if I thought you would, I'd never leave.

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

The story of life is quicker then the blink of an eye, the story of love is hello, goodbye.

It's the way you ride the trail that counts.

That money talks, I'll not deny, I heard it once: It said, 'Goodbye'.

What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-by. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.

It's interesting, isn't it? . . . the chandelier . . . it reminds me of mushroom soup.

Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart.

And the relationships that happen become so intense, deep, involved and complex and really hard to say goodbye to. The hardest part of the show is saying goodbye when it's all done. It really breaks you.

I don't love you anymore. Goodbye.

I've said goodbye to the overworked notion that architecture has to save the world.

The oldest philosophy in the world is conservatism, and I go clear back to the first Greeks. ... When you say 'radical right' today, I think of these moneymaking ventures by fellows like Pat Robertson and others who are trying to take the Republican Party away from the Republican Party, and make a religious organization out of it. If that ever happens, kiss politics goodbye.

Less feelings means less goodbyes.

I have had a happy life and thank the Lord. Goodbye and may God bless all!