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“Go into her mind to take the pain away," Madja said to Rhys, who blinked in confirmation, the cursed, as if scolding himself for not thinking of it sooner. Cassian looked across the bed, to where Elain was holding Feyre's other hand, and Nesta held Elain's.
Rhys said to his mate, "Feyre darling-"
"No good-byes," Feyre panted. "No good-byes, Rhys.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“I guess this is it,' I say.

'It is time, ' he says. 'We go save homeworlds now.'

'Yeah.'

'Your face is leaking.'

I wipe my eyes. 'Human thing. Don't worry about it.'

'Understand.' He pushes himself along to the airlock door. He opens it and pauses there. 'Goodbye, friend Grace.'

I wave meekly. 'Goodbye, friend Rocky.”
― Andy Weir, Project Hail Mary

“You will be missed, Howler...”
― .

“Douglas looked off at the twilight sky.

"Frozen statues, every single one of you, the next three minutes!" said John.

Douglas felt john walking around him even as he had walked around John a moment ago. He felt John sock him on the arm once, not too hard. "So long," he said.

Then there was a rushing sound and he knew without looking that there was nobody behind him now.
Far away, a train whistle sounded.....
...
And then he felt himself walking across the lawns among all the other statues now, and whether they, too, were coming to life he did not know. They did not seem to be moving at all. For that matter he himself was only moving from the knees down. The rest of him was cold stone, and very heavy.

Going up the front porch of his house, he turned suddenly to look at the lawns behind him. The lawns were empty.

A series of rifle shots. Screen doors banged one after the other, a sunset volley, along the street.”
― Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine

“Farewell, my great and dear one, farewell, my pride, farewell, my swift, deep river, how I loved your daylong splashing, how I loved to throw myself into your cold waves.”
― Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago

“She said goodbye, and I knew she was setting like the sun, never to see her again. Something inside me rejected the notion of a farewell, holding to the notion that although the sun sets in the sky every day, it will never be night because this moment is forever frozen in time.”
― Rolf van der Wind

“She said goodbye, and I knew she was setting like the sun, never to see her again. Something inside me rejected the notion of a farewell, holding to the assumption that although the sun sets in the sky every day, it will never be night because this moment is forever frozen in time.”
― Rolf van der Wind

“My heart bleeds after saying goodbye,
A sad ache that will not subside.
The pain of parting is a heavy price,
A longing for what can never be complete;
Only the memories remain of what once was shared,
And the dreams that can no longer be.”
― Rolf van der Wind

“For each moment I am apart from you, I will feel your presence in my heart. Let me whisper you one more time, "I Love you". My love for you is timeless and infinite, a journey without end.”
― Rolf van der Wind

“With every goodbye comes a new beginning and we can look forward to the possibilities that lie ahead. When we part ways, we can take comfort in knowing that life was good.”
― Rolf van der Wind

“« We say goodbye to Amma.
I am empty.
I’ve been watching and saying goodbye
for months. »”
― Rajani LaRocca, Red, White, and Whole

“We say goodbye to Amma.
I am empty.
I’ve been watching and saying goodbye
for months.”
― Rajani LaRocca, Red, White, and Whole

“No matter what we do or how hard we try to stop, everything flies. One day our life too will leave us without saying goodbye.”
― Bhuwan Thapaliya

“It's your smile that haunts me, the one you gave me when you said goodbye.”
― Atul Purohit, Love Vs Destiny ...the strange game of life!

“I asked the universe to teach me how to love and I was sent you.
I begged life for guidance and the light appeared as you lead.
I bargained with the creator to fix my broken parts and you gave me another chance without taking a new perception of me.
I pleaded with source to humble my ego and I heard raw pain in your 1st verbal warning, after my self-destruction recoiled.
I cried out to the void asking for genuine love & protection and you avoided my offering of me.
I demanded God to reassure me of my worth and you never looked back or returned to me.”
― Starr

“And she said goodbye to him and closed the door, not to pressure the inhabitant to evacuate, but because doors would not be doors if they stayed open, would they?

Andrei walked down the corridor, lifted his hand and clutched the air in front of his chest, as if grabbing a part of his spirit, and privately threw it in her direction, saying, “Here’s some of my soul forever, somehow, yes, for you.”
― Karl Kristian Flores, A Happy Ghost

“You were always too good for here, Feyre. Too good for us, too good for everyone.' He squeezed my hands. 'If you ever escape, ever convince them that you've paid the debt, don't return.'

I hadn't expected a heart-wrenching good-bye, but I hadn't imagined this, either.

'Don't ever come back,' my father said, releasing my hands to shake me by the shoulders. 'Feyre.' He stumbled over my name, his throat bobbing. 'You go somewhere new- and you make a name for yourself.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“I looked at him finally. His membranous wings were out- tucked behind him- but his hands and feet were normal, no talons in sight. 'What do you want?' It didn't come out with the snap I'd intended. Not as I remembered how he'd fought, again and again, to attack Amarantha, to save me.

'Just to say good-bye.' A warm breeze ruffled his hair, brushing tendrils of darkness off his shoulders. 'Before your beloved whisks you away forever.'

'Not forever,' I said, wiggling my tattooed fingers for him to see. 'Don't you get a week every month?' Those words, thankfully, came out frosty.

Rhys smiled slightly, his wings rustling and then settling. 'How could I forget?”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“They parted and she never looked back. He never called her name. The busy doorway became quieter and quieter as he stood there, waiting for her plane to leave. He dried his face with the back of his hands and sniffed a harsh breath of air into his lungs. If he closed his eyes, he could still imagine her beside him. If he never opened them, she would always be there.”
― Chris Cummings, Shards

“I imagined how my body would’ve reacted to the collision.
Maybe like, shot backwards into the air where my spine breaks at the waist and my heels kick my own head and then I open back up until
my toes kick my face and it repeats until I’m gone up into the sky.
A perfect departing.
A goodbye kiss like I mean it!”
― Sam Pink, Witch Piss

“Goodbye hypoxia, hello paradise.”
― Steven Magee, Magee’s Disease

“Hello dementia and goodbye health, competence and memories.”
― Steven Magee, Hypoxia, Mental Illness & Chronic Fatigue

“Goodbye toxic world, hello freedom.”
― Steven Magee, Hypoxia, Mental Illness & Chronic Fatigue

“It seemed that all around her there was a strange eerie stillness, the stillness of a silent world, a world filled with people who came and went into their separate lives. Some wold arrange to meet again, some would pass like ships in the night, some would leave memories that would last forever, others would pass into limbo.”
― Sara Hylton, Easter at the Lakes

“Even if we never talk again after tonight, please know that I’m forever changed because of who you are, and what you’ve meant to me.”
― Kevin Smith, Tough Shit: Life Advice from a Fat, Lazy Slob Who Did Good

“No matter how much you change, you still have to pay the price for the things you’ve done, so I’ve got a long road. But I’ll know I’ll see you again, this side or the other.”
― Chuck Hogan, Prince of Thieves

“Disconnect in a nice way.”
― Steven Magee

“For being left behind,
learned to say goodbye
before being left behind again.”
― Augusto Branco

“He frowned with difficulty at everyone’s quick transition. He felt something crack in the room. It was like the feeling an artist got when he closed up his gallery, walked upstairs to his living quarters, and stared at the window to watch his former crowd rush to party next door and forget his exhibition one martini at a time. It was like goodbye. There was an unsaid, incomprehensive quality of unfairness to endings. They lacked a transition. The guitarist’s identity, for example, was in her strumming ten seconds ago, not when she finished and looked up at the seduced crowd as “herâ€� again. The singer’s heart was housed in his lyrics, not in his thick-accented voice that rooms never understood.”
― Karl Kristian Flores, A Happy Ghost

“I don't like a long goodbye, for fear my heart may break and weep.”
― Sivi le poète, Je parsâ€� mais je reviendrai