#goodbye

I told her that saying goodbye didn't matter, not a bit. What mattered were all the days you were together before that, all the things you remembered. ↗

— Patricia Reilly Giff

#goodbye #memories #patricia-geilly-giff #war #friendship

Goodbyes, they often come in waves. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#goodbye #goodbyes #humor #waves #funny

Like the ocean I wave. Hello and goodbye are the same, when I talk with my hand. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#goodbye #hello #humor #funny

My heart is breaking," she says. "I want to be strong for you right now but the thought of you leaving is killing me inside. ↗

— Pittacus Lore

#saying-goodbye #love

... I looked through the car's rear window for a final wave, and it felt like someone had invaded my chest and squeezed all the juice out of my heart until it was a tiny dry sponge. ↗

— Karen Tayleur

#heart #sponge #squeeze-dry #squeezed #wave

It seemed so good when it started. I gave my trust to you. I came to you open-hearted, Hoping it was true. Now I've gotten smart. Now I've learned some things. Now I know that what once was a start, Is just an ending. The longest good-bye I ever knew, The longest good-bye Was the day I said hello to you. ↗

— Heather Lynn Rigaud

#hello-goodbye #lbs #long-bourne-suffering #music-lyrics #pride-and-prejudice

Good bye may seem forever. Farewell is like the end, but in my heart is the memory and there you will always be. ↗

— Walt Disney Company

#fox #fox-and-the-hound #goodbye #hound #memory

He came up and kissed me on my forehead, and before he stepped away, I closed my eyes and tried hard to memorize this moment. I wanted to remember him exactly as he was right then, how his arms looked brown against his white shirt, the way his hair was cut a little too short in the front. Even the bruise, there because of me. Then he was gone. Just for that moment, the thought that I might never see him again… it felt worse than death. I wanted to run after him. Tell him anything, everything. Just don’t go. Please just never go. Please just always be near me, so I can at least see you. Because it felt final. I always believed that we would find our way back to each other every time. That no matter what, we would be connected—by our history, by this house. But this time, this last time, it felt final. Like I would never see him again, or that when I did, it would be different, there would be a mountain between us. I knew it in my bones. That this time was it. I had finally made my choice, and so had he. He let me go. I was relieved, which I expected. What I didn’t expect was to feel so much grief. Bye bye, Birdie. ↗

— Jenny Han

#loss #love #death

We turned at a dozen paces, for love is a duel, and looked up at each other for the last time. ↗

— Jack Kerouac

#goodbye #kerouac #love #love

Severing our young and fragile friendship was a sad ordeal, but sadder still was the fact that this friend found it so difficult to respond to my immediate need, unlike a dreamed boy who always afforded me easy comfort. I couldn’t understand what was so hard about reaching out to hug someone. But judging by Gregory’s uncomfortable conduct I had to assume it was an honest trial. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#friendship #goodbye #imaginary-friend #kindness #need