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“How the hell am I supposed to say goodbye to her tonight, knowing I¡¯ll never talk to her again?”
― Colleen Hoover, November 9

“It wasn't goodbye forever. Only goodbye for now. And if ever the distance was too much to bear, she would just look inside her heart, for Agatha was already there.”
― Soman Chainani, The Last Ever After

“Nothing much bothered you for a while and you kept walking like a silhouette through this town, saying hi¡¯s and goodbyes, acting polite at all times. But there is no fire in your heart; you are not very concerned.”
― Charlotte Eriksson, You're Doing Just Fine

“Sometimes good-bye is a second chance. Clears your head. Anyway... missing someone makes you remember why you loved that person in the first place.”
― Jamie McGuire, Something Beautiful

“Nobody lives forever, nobody stays young long enough. My past seemed like so much excess baggage, my future a series of long goodbyes, my present an empty flask, the last good drink already bitter on my tongue.”
― James Crumley, The Last Good Kiss

“It's good to be vanished and remembered than to remain and become forgetful.”
― Xainee

“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.”
― Stephen King, Wolves of the Calla

“Saying good-bye when you know it's for the last time is like no other sadness you will ever experience.”
― Allison DuBois, Don't Kiss Them Good-bye

“Ahead of me is the open desert, hot and merciless. Behind me is Sand. I don't turn back; I don't say goodbye. The Bullet Catcher carves a straight line through the desert, walking towards the distant mountains.
And I follow.”
― Joaquin Lowe, Bullet Catcher

“Before you leave me again, tell me, so I can let you know if I¡¯m ready to watch you go...”
― Donna M. Zadunajsky, Help Me!

“It seems that the people who come into our lives and stay for the briefest amount of time have the greatest impact upon us. Time may change some things, but not all things. Each day brings me closer to him, and the age in which he passed from this world into the next, but I still fight the urge, on rare occasions, to pick up the phone and dial his number, which I still remember. It's decades later, but that last meal we shared, laughing and smiling at each other from across the table, lost in harmony, seems but yesterday. Then there was the last lingering look and the final wave goodbye.”
― Donna Lynn Hope

“She pushed off her toes toward me, guiding my head down, and gently kissed my lips. No. This wouldn¡¯t be goodbye. I¡¯d fill her up and make her realize she¡¯d always be empty without me.
I made Echo mine. My hands claimed her hair, her back. My lips claimed her mouth, her tongue. Her body shook against mine and I tasted salty wetness on her skin. She forced her lips away and I latched tighter to her. ¡°No, baby, no,¡± I whispered into her hair.
She pushed her palms against my chest, then became a blur as she ran past. ¡°I¡¯m sorry.¡± ”
― Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits

“?I¡¯ve never been to a funeral until today. I see dazzling arrangements of red, yellow, and purple flowers with long, green stems. I see a stained-glass window with a white dove, a yellow sun, a blue sky. I see a gold cross, standing tall, shiny, brilliant. And I see black. Black dresses. Black pants. Black shoes. Black bibles. Black is my favorite color. Jackson asked me about it one time.
¡°Ava, why don¡¯t you like pink? Or yellow? Or blue?¡± ¡±I love black,¡± I said. ¡±It suits me.¡± ¡±I suit you,¡± he said. I¡¯m not so sure I love black anymore.
And then, beyond the flowers, beneath the stained-glass window, beside the cross, I see the white casket. I see red, burning love disappear forever. As we pull away, my eyes stay glued to the casket. It¡¯s proof that sometimes life does not go on. I look around. If tears could bring him back, there¡¯d be enough to bring him back a hundred times. That¡¯s not what I¡¯m thinking. I¡¯m thinking, I hate good-byes.
It¡¯s like I was a garden salad with a light vinaigrette, and Jackson was a platter of seafood Cajun pasta. Alone, we were good. Together, we were fantastic.
Memories might keep him alive. But they might kill me.?”
― Lisa Schroeder, I Heart You, You Haunt Me

“My mouth could say goodbye, but not with my heart”
― Restu Ilahi

“She hated saying goodbye forever. It felt so permanent. And who knew where life would take her in the future?”
― Michelle Madow, Diamonds are Forever

“I will not hate you, of course i will not say : goodbye.
But I will not forgive you, so i forget better.”
― Nabil TOUSSI

“Nothing better than this moments of new year, to say : goodbye last day, last month, last year. Do i confused to say goodbye facebook? goodbye virtual world?”
― Nabil TOUSSI

“With their unspoken words of love still echoing in her ears and aching in her heart, Kayn knew she had to be brave. He was gone. This was where their roads separated, right at the beginning.”
― Kim Cormack, Enlightenment

“In the distance, Amanda heard the sirens. Just a little bit longer. She didn't know what was wrong with her, but she was scared of dying before she had the chance to tell Ryker goodbye. In their capable hands, though, surely they could keep her alive long enough for him to return. They had to.”
― Rose Wynters, My Wolf Fighter

“Some goodness in this world is understood by the presence of the opposite. One will value light in the middle of darkness, and appreciate clemency by encountering savagery. Likewise, a meeting is properly indulged after having known the devastating account of goodbye.”
― Aishah Madadiy, Bits of Heaven

“Terkadang penyesalan itu ada, tapi bukan karena perpisahan, melainkan karena singkatnya pertemuan.”
― Indah El Hafidz, Serpihan Cinta di Hollandia

“I lean back against the velvet-cushioned seat and close my eyes to the sound of hooves pounding hard against the cobblestone streets. Their clip-clopping harmony keeping perfect tempo with the rumble of carriage wheels, affording a sound as sweet as any symphony I've ever heard.
It's the sound of escape
The sound of goodbye
A sound that's served to soothe me in the past, providing the much-needed assurance that the unwelcome inquiries and suspicions of newly alerted acquaintances would soon fade - allowing for a brief respite in a new location, before I'm on the move again.
I'm a gypsy.
A nomad.
A vagabond.
A drifter.”
― Alyson Noel, Eternal Flame

“In Manchester while walking down the roads , we come across so many faces full of tears departing each other and saying "goodbye friend see you soon" . They cherish the year long bonding and wish each other good luck. This is the beauty of Manchester, it blossom relationships and mature them in just a short span of time. Manchester rules on millions of heart forever and ever.”
― Anjnay Sharma

“When you're going to see someone again, it's not the good-bye that matters. What matters is that you're never going to be able to say anything else to them. And you're left with an eternal unfinished conversation.”
― Morgan Matson, Amy & Roger's Epic Detour

“Good-bye, Eros, and all the soldiers on it, the ones who fought for me and the other children, the ones who manipulated us and lied to us for the good of humanity, the ones who conspired to defame me and keep me from returning to Earth, all of you, good and bad, kind and selfish, good-bye to you, I am no longer one of you, neither your pawn nor your savior.”
― Orson Scott Card, Ender in Exile

“To the ones you love, It'll be hard to say goodbye after going through life and death with them, it will be hard to say see you later, you will always wish to be with them forever without saying goodbye.”
― Oscar Auliq-Ice

“In late October of 1962, it was our turn to go. Miss Hanrahan appeared in her state Ford Rambler, which, by that point, seemed more like a hearse than a nice lady¡¯s car. Our belongings were packed in a brown bags. The ladies in the kitchen, familiar with our love of food, made us twelve fried-fish sandwiches each large enough to feed eight grown men and wrapped them in tinfoil for the ride ahead of us. Miss Louisa, drenched with tears, walked us to the car and before she let go of my hand she said, ¡°When you a big, grown man, you come back and see Miss Louisa, you hear?¡±
¡°But,¡± I said, ¡°you won¡¯t know who I am. I¡¯ll be big.¡±
¡°No, child,¡± she said as she gave me her last hug, ¡°you always know forever the peoples you love. They with you forever. They don¡¯t never leave you.¡±
She was right, of course. Those we love never leave us because we carry them with us in our hearts and a piece of us is within them. They change with us and they grow old with us and with time, they are a part of us, and thank God for that.”
― John Tuohy, No Time to Say Goodbye: A Memoir of a Life in Foster Care.

“Mis queridos ojos de seda ya han sonado las campanas que claman el final,
?Oh! mis peque?os ojos tiernos yo ya no puedo esperar m¨¢s
Y si hay algo que quiero, siempre es recordar...”
― Ivonne Y¨¢?ez Saba

“In Manchester while walking down the roads, we come across so many faces full of tears and saying goodbye friend see you soon. They cherish the year long bonding and wish each other good luck. This is the beauty of Manchester, it rules the hearts of millions forever and ever. It blossoms the relationships and nurture them in just a short span of time.”
― Anjnay Sharma

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