#goodbye

I dont know where you have to go, or what you have to do. but i'll wait for you John. Every beat of my heart belong s to you, whether you ask for it or not. ↗

— Pittacus Lore

#goodbye #heartache #love #waiting #love

Mr False Pretence, you don't make sense I just don't know you But you make me cry, where's my kiss goodbye I think I love you ↗

— Amy Winehouse

#love #love

I am not afraid to die; I am only afraid of saying goodbye to you forever. ↗

— Shannon L. Alder

#dying #fear #goodbye #hope #illness

We stood there, looking at each other, saying nothing. But it was the kind of nothing that meant everything. In his eyes, there was no trace of what had happened between us earlier and I could feel something inside me break. So that was that. We were finally, finally over. I looked at him, and I felt so sad, because this thought occurred to me: 'I will never look at you the same way again. I'll never be that girl again. The girl who comes running back every time you push her away, the girl who loves you anyway.' I couldn’t even be mad at him, because this was who he was. This was who he’d always been. He’d never lied about that. He gave and then he took away. I felt it in the pit of my stomach, the familiar ache, that lost, regretful feeling only he could give me. I never wanted to feel it again. Never, ever. Maybe this was why I came, so I could really know. So I could say good-bye. I looked at him, and I thought, 'If I was very brave or very honest, I would tell him.' I would say it, so he would know it and I would know it, and I could never take it back. But I wasn’t that brave or honest, so all I did was look at him. And I think he knew anyway. 'I release you. I evict you from my heart. Because if I don't do it now, I never will.' I was the one to look away first. ↗

— Jenny Han

#goodbye #inspirational #letting-go #love #release

Sometimes, the words we speak are not the words we want to say. ↗

— Anthony West

#goodbye

Gather the stars if you wish it so Gather the songs and keep them. Gather the faces of women. Gather for keeping years and years. And then... Loosen your hands, let go and say good-bye. Let the stars and songs go. Let the faces and years go. Loosen your hands and say good-bye. ↗

— Carl Sandburg

#goodbye

You don’t deserve me,” he agreed. “You deserve better. But you’re stuck with me, and you might as well get over it.” Scooping me under him in one agile movement, he rolled on top of me, his black eyes all pirate. “I have no intention of letting you go easily, something to keep in mind. I don’t care if it’s another man, your mother, or the powers of hell trying to pry us apart, I’m not easing up and I’m not saying good-bye. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#goodbye

She opened her mouth to answer, but he was already kissing her. She had kissed him so many times—soft gentle kisses, hard and desperate ones, brief brushes of the lips that said good-bye, and kisses that seemed to go on for hours—and this was no different. The way the memory of someone who had once lived in a house might linger even after they were gone, like a sort of psychic imprint, her body remembered Jace. Remembered the way he tasted, the slant of his mouth over hers, his scars under her fingers, the shape of his body under her hands. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace #kiss #romance #goodbye

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

— Jimi Hendrix

#blink #eye #goodbye #hello #love

Remember me and smile, for it's better to forget than to remember me and cry. ↗

— Dr. Seuss

#goodbye #smile