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“He and Nina had never exchanged gifts or rings; they’d had no possessions they shared. They had been wanderers and soldiers. Even so, she could not leave him with nothing. From her pocket, she drew a slender sprig of ash and let it drift down into the grave, followed by a smattering of withered red petals from the tulips their compatriots had placed on his chest when they bid him goodbye in Ketterdam.
“I know you never cared for sweets.â€� Her voice wobbled as she let a handful of toffees fall from her hand. They made a hollow patter. “But this way I’m with you, and you can keep them for me when I see you next. I know you won’t eat them yourself.”
― Leigh Bardugo, King of Scars

“Tell Anne..." I broke off. There was too much to send in one message. There were long years of rivalry and then a forced unity and always and ever, underpinning our love for each other, our sense that the other must be bested. How could I send her one word which would acknowledge all of that, and yet tell her that I loved her still, that I was glad I had been her sister, even though I knew she had brought herself to this point and taken George here too? That, though I would never forgive her for what she had done to us all, at the same time, I totally and wholly understood?

"Tell her what?" Catherine hovered, waiting to be released.

"Tell her that I think of her," I said simply. "All the time. Every day. The same as always.”
― Philippa Gregory, The Other Boleyn Girl

“I tried to book a flight to her mind, but I’m not on the list.
And now I’m terminal: I’m breathing brandy.
I’ve incorporated another tally mark on my wrist.
I get my vitamins in: colored capsules I call candy.

Life is just a bunch of dashes�
Interrupted sentences with no finish line.
But at least if you wet your eyelashes,
You can get a cinematic look in life.”
― Karl Kristian Flores, Can I Tell You Something?

“We want to control our deaths, our goodbye to the world, and if we can't control is, we can at least control how we leave it behind.”
― Cecelia Ahern, Postscript

“They stood together a moment; both her hands were in both of his. 'You've been my best friend,' she said.

'It was for you that I wanted � that I wanted to live. But I'm of no use to you.'

Then it came over her more poignantly that she should not see him again. She could not accept that; she could not part with him that way. 'If you should send for me I'd come,' she said at last.

'Your husband won't consent to that.'

'Oh yes, I can arrange it.'

'I shall keep that for my last pleasure!' said Ralph.

In answer to which she simply kissed him.”
― Henry James, The Portrait of a Lady

“Goodbyes are hard because now all I will have
Is a beloved, but incomplete form of you.
You'll continue to shape and shift into a new person
And I'll be stuck here loving an old version.”
― Karl Kristian Flores, Can I Tell You Something?

“and maybe one day, i won't be so broken anymore
and one day, i will find the lost pieces of me again
and then there will be another sunrise where i would glue them back
and the next day, i will stand in front of the mirror, smiling at my repaired soul again

and that will be the day when my night will end
and i will bid the moon a soft goodbye
with a promise to visit sometime again
to the stars shining in that dark sky”
― Renesmee Stormer

“And I'll see you. We're not done seeing each other."

"At the end of the summer, maybe, I can meet you somewhere before school," I say.

"Yeah," she says. "Yeah, that's a good idea." I smile and nod. She turns away, and I am wondering if she means any of it when I see her shoulders collapse. She is crying.

"I'll see you then. And I'll write in the meantime," I say.

"Yes," she says without turning around, her voice thick. "I'll write you, too."

It is saying these things that keeps us from falling apart. And maybe by imagining these futures we can make them real, and maybe not, but either way we must imagine them. The light rushes out and floods in.”
― John Green, Paper Towns

“It was never easy to say goodbye to a friend.
Even if that friend had been a monster.”
― Kayla Krantz, Storm Breaker

“An honest goodbye is one that does not seek excuses or reasons, or explanations of any kind. Ultimately, it is not because of this or that that we part from a lover. Far from being an orderly linear progression, causes and effects form a complex web of interacting forces that together manifest in this or that result, which in its turn becomes part of the web and contributes to whatever comes next. The web itself is as broad and deep as the ocean. Behind every event, no matter how small, is a universe of causative factors stretching back through time as well as space. So let us rather bow to the fact and the mystery of what is before us, whatever it may be, and embrace its reality, regardless of its origins, without trying to control it by explaining it away.”
― Roger Housden, Ten Poems to Say Goodbye

“Goodbye too painful a word to utter, we part in silence.”
― Melanie A. Smith, The Safeguarded Heart

“Down along the creek
I remember something
Her, the heron hurried away
When first I breeched that last Sunday, ooh”
― Bon Iver, Bon Iver - 22, A Million

“I took a trip to see the beautiful things. Change of scenery. Change of heart. And do you know?

What?

They’re still there.

Ah, but they won’t be there for long.

I know. That’s why I went. To say goodbye. Whenever I travel, it’s always to say goodbye.”
― Susan Sontag

“swimming in the deep
souls
lost and found
within the event horizon

on any day
no goodbye is forever”
― Dahi Tamara Koch, Within the event horizon: poetry & prose

“She didn’t resist the rush of tears. If there was no sadness about leaving New York, then her time here would’ve meant nothing.”
― Rachel Hauck, The Fifth Avenue Story Society

“I guess that’s part of growing up, too—saying good-bye to the things you used to love.”
― Jenny Han, Always and Forever, Lara Jean

“Hello SARS, goodbye world.”
― Steven Magee

“Hello Corona Virus, goodbye world.”
― Steven Magee

“I . . . I’ll see you soon.â€� Which wasn’t true of course. But it was one way of saying goodbye for ever.”
― Candy Gourlay, Tall Story

“Hello MERS, goodbye world.”
― Steven Magee

“Hello COVID-19, goodbye world.”
― Steven Magee

“Hello COVID-19, goodbye lungs.”
― Steven Magee

“Hello COVID-19, goodbye health insurance.”
― Steven Magee

“Hello COVID-19, goodbye job.”
― Steven Magee

“Can there be no sadder thing to make me cry,
With the exception of losing more days with you,
That when you looked at me and said goodbye,
I had déjà vu.”
― Karl Kristian Flores, Can I Tell You Something?

“I tried to book a flight to her mind, but I'm not on the list.
And now I'm terminal: I'm breathing brandy.
I've incorporated another tally mark on my wrist.
I get my vitamins in: colored capsules I call candy.

Life is just a bunch of dashes--
Interrupted sentences with no finish line.
But at least if you wet your eyelashes,
You can get a cinematic look in life.”
― Karl Kristian Flores, Can I Tell You Something?

“Hello dreams, goodbye world.”
― Steven Magee

“The day when I tell you,
I see darkness in the daylight,
The day when I mention to you,
I feel the death might be easier than to live,
The day when I whisper to you,
The weightless air is heavy to breathe,
That day, I think It’s better for you to accept- “You lost me� ...
Say your goodbye, leave me to die, Rest in Peace...”
― Hyderabadi Maratha

“Saying goodbye to the living was hard enough; saying goodbye to the dead was an impossible task.”
― Andrew Shaffer, Hope Never Dies

“It’s goodbye, Julius.â€�
“Why?� His voice shook. “Me without you would be—I mean—you’re—�
“Yeah, I am,� she said, her pain hidden; her eyes vindicated. “And I know exactly what path I must take.�
“I’m not on it, am I?�
She said nothing and waited. Attempting silence; an entry point for him to fight for her. To confess that he was indeed travelling the same path and he would be there, waiting for her, no matter her decision. That he would be able to change and show himself to her, whoever he was. But he never spoke. Head declined; he accepted her words. Accepted the truth: he didn’t want to be his true self. He wanted to remain a pretender. Kaianan could see that wasn’t her battle to fight. It was his.
And she could see he wasn’t going to change or be inspired by her, who dished out more than she should have for someone not capable of connection.
This was acceptance.”
― Cara Violet, The Battle of Middle Forsda