Baby bye Here's a fly, Let us watch him. you and I, How he crawls Up the walls Yet he never falls.
Long after their associates have gone southward, they linger like the last leaves on the tree. It is indeed "good-bye to summer" when the bluebirds withdraw their touch of brightness from the dreary November landscape at the north to whirl through the southern woods and feed on the waxy berries of the mistletoe.
Crashing into the trembling void Stretching my hand to you Losing myself to frigid regret Is this fragile love A way To say Good-bye
Good-bye and hello, as always.
Detroit's so bad this year they might lose their bye week.
It is never good dwelling on good-byes. . . it is not the being together that it prolongs, it is the parting.
Wave bye-bye to your cash cow, 'cause it's leaving the pasture.
I’ve lost so many people. Some I left on purpose and never looked back. Some were taken from me, and I never said good-bye.
Everybody's talking about ministers, sinisters, banisters, and canisters, bishops, fishops, rabbis, and popeyes, bye-bye, bye-byes.
It says on the back of the Nyquil box, 'May cause drowsiness. ' It should say, 'Don't make any plans, OK? Kiss your family and friends good-bye. '
I said, 'Hey', she said, 'Hi. ' I said, 'Us', she said, 'Try,' 'And if you're thinkin strictly boots, then I'll say baby, bye bye. '
Take your tongue out of my mouth, I'm kissing you good-bye.
I'll have that someday, thought Peter. Someone who'll kiss me good-bye at the door. Or maybe just someone to put a blindfold over my head before they shoot me. Depending on how things turn out.
Saying hello to something new means saying good-bye to something old and loved.
Learn how to let go and say a good good-bye.
I'm always shy when I meet people I admire so I wouldn't be able to say anything rather than, 'How do you do? Love you! Bye!'
You either fainted or you wanted a much closer look at the cracks in the tile. Either way, you hit hard. " "Seriously?" He nodded. "Maybe you shouldn't have been trying to make out with him," he suggested. How did he know that? "I was kissing him good-bye. " He snorted and exchanged glances with the nurse. "That's not what it looked like to me. " Probably not. But what happened? Could Reyes Farrow take control over me even from a freaking coma? I was doomed.
Good night, sweetheart," he says. "Good bye, sweetheart," I say. And it's so casual, so innocent that he doesn't suspect a thing.
Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me. But a shift has occurred since I stepped up to take Prim's place, and now it seems I have become someone precious. At first one, then another, then almost every member of the crowd touches the three middle fingers of their left hand to their lips and holds it out to me. It is an old and rarely used gesture of our district, occasionally seen at funerals. It means thanks, it means admiration, it means good-bye to someone you love.
The umpire signals a bye with the air of a weary stalk