#goodbye

It feels right. But it's emotional. Saying goodbye to anything you've done that long is hard. ↗

— Angela Ruggiero

#done #emotional #feels #goodbye #hard

Lacey didn't like it, even though he was born here, I understand. I mean, he was born in Brooklyn. He told the staff that they better prepare themselves to say goodbye to some of their friends. ↗

— Sydney Schanberg

#born #brooklyn #even #friends #goodbye

I feel like giving myself a pat on the back. We can create history tonight. We can bid goodbye to 10 years of (Liberal-Conservative) government which has ground to a halt, and get a new government and a new majority in Denmark. ↗

— Helle Thorning-Schmidt

#bid #create #denmark #feel #get

To what shall we compare our fragile life? Life is like a speck of dust that alights upon a surface. It remains there, unmoved, until a draft threatens it. When a breeze comes it holds on till the last. Finally, a gust of wind comes and it is blown asunder. That is how fragile life is, like a speck of dust blown to nothingness. ↗

— Paul Worthington

#goodbye #grandma-s-secret #melted-dreams #wicked-turn #dreams

I have fooled life and life has fooled me. We are quits. I say good-bye. Think sometimes in the hour of happiness of your poor, comical fool who loved you truly and so well. ↗

— Richard von Krafft-Ebing

#goodbye #letter #life #love #sadness

Life may not be perfect, at least it offered moments that were perfect enough. ↗

— Lisa Gardner

#say-goodbye #life

Goodbye," she said. When I didn't say it back, she rested her hand on the top of my head. The weight was strange and gentle. "I love you," she said. "And when I tell you goodbye, I don't mean forever or for long. Just that I'm going home now, and so are you. ↗

— Brenna Yovanoff

#goodbyes #love #parting #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 was strange walking through the empty apartment. My battered purple room was gone, Brittany’s bruised blue was gone. Two coats covered everything. It was like none of it had ever happened. ↗

— Kimberly Novosel

#growing-up #moving-on #paint #painting #purple

Before I die, I want to at least have saved Cascade. Once all the crowns are found, then I will tell her. I want something good to die for. . . to make it beautiful to live. ↗

— Stacey T. Hunt

#beauty #cascade #crown #crowns #death