Saying Goodbye Quotes

Life is made of ever so many partings welded together.

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

On a day of burial there is no perspective--for space itself is annihilated. Your dead friend is still a fragmentary being. The day you bury him is a day of chores and crowds, of hands false or true to be shaken, of the immediate cares of mourning. The dead friend will not really die until tomorrow, when silence is round you again. Then he will show himself complete, as he was--to tear himself away, as he was, from the substantial you. Only then will you cry out because of him who is leaving and whom you cannot detain.

Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! - I have as much soul as you, - and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you!

I don't know when we'll see each other again or what the world will be like when we do. We may both have seen many horrible things. But I will think of you every time I need to be reminded that there is beauty and goodness in the world.

To say goodbye is not to develop amnesia

History never really says goodbye. History says, see you later.

It was my destiny to love and say goodbye.

There's never a right time to say goodbye.

Even as I hold you, I am letting you go.

Your time may come. Do not be too sad, Sam. You cannot be always torn in two. You will have to be one and whole, for many years. You have so much to enjoy and to be, and to do.

Nothing's worse than saying goodbye. It's a little like dying.

Naturally there will come a time, when I will have to say goodbye, but I've soul-searched and this is not the time.

Being able to say goodbye is a sign of growth.

Torment in the dark was the danger that I feared, and it did not hold me back. But I would not have come, had I known the danger of light and joy. Now I have taken my worst wound in this parting, even if I were to go this night straight to the Dark Lord. Alas for Gimli son of Glóin!

They parted at last with mutual civility, and possibly a mutual desire of never meeting again.

When I go to a party, nobody says hello. But when I leave, everybody says goodbye.

Sleep tight, ya morons!

Only those who have dared to let go can dare to re-enter.

I've always liked what the Navajos say when they part. They never say 'Goodbye.' They say 'Go in beauty.'

Farewell, my great one, my own, farewell, my pride, farewell, my swift, deep, dear river, how I loved your daylong splashing, how I loved to plunge into your cold waves.

I wonder how you say goodbye to someone forever?

Farewell has a sweet sound of reluctance. Good-by is short and final, a word with teeth sharp to bite through the string that ties past to the future.

Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved

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