I remember in junior high school, which is what we called it, suddenly I was looking at myself, almost through other people's eyes, and thought: how does the world see me? So that was one of the things I was really interested in, when I was writing Goodbye Stranger.
It was my destiny to love and say goodbye.
I know you want me back. It's time to face the facts. That I'm the one that's got away. Lord knows that it would take another place, another time, another world, another life. Thank God I found the good in goodbye.
It's lonely to say goodbye. Very lonely. Partings are the beginnings of new meetings. Beginnings happen because there are endings…Meetings. Beginnings. It's not too late…to believe in them after the fact.
I hate wars and violence but if they come then I don't see why we women should just wave our men a proud goodbye and then knit them balaclavas.
Like the old soldier of the ballad, I now close my military career and just fade away, an old soldier who tried to do his duty as God gave him the light to see that duty. Goodbye.
Good-byes breed a sort of distaste for whomever you say good-bye to; this hurts, you feel, this must not happen again.
When economic modernizations come in, say goodbye to wildlife.
I just think if you have an emotion and you let that go that moment might pass. If you don't open the door for the person to come in, it would have just been like, "Nice to meet you - goodbye.
Park was never going to love her more than he did on the day they said goodbye. And she couldn’t bear to think of him loving her less.
Say goodbye to golden yesterdays: or your heart will never learn to love the present.
But all the love in the world won't save a sinking ship. You have to either bail or jump overboard.
The more important the emotion is, the fewer words required to express it: Will you go out with me? I think I like you. I care for you. I love you. Marry me. Goodbye.
The truth is that she told me she couldn't love me. When she said goodbye, she was saying goodbye forever. And yet. I made myself forget. I don't know why. I keep asking myself. But I did.
The hardest thing is at the end you have to say bye to all these people who you have worked with for so many months. It was really sad not to see them anymore. But you have the parties that you go to and you get to see them, like the premieres and the screenings.
[Erwin Rommel] explained why in short words, what the two generals' message and then he explained his position and he gave some reason for his position. And then he said, "The ten minutes are over, and I have to leave now. " Then my father said goodbye. He also told that us that in I think twenty or thirty minutes, I don't remember, "You will get a telephone call telling you that I have died of stroke. "
I thought, 'If I'm going to die, I'm going to videotape it. ' So I got out my little video recorder and was taping goodbyes to my family.
I always knew I was going to leave the Midwest but didn't really know how the opportunity would present itself. When it happened, I was like, "Yes, okay right now, I'm coming. Goodbye!"
It's lonely to say goodbye. Very lonely. Please. Cry with me. Maybe there's nothing we can do about this. But at least, for now. . . cry with me. Like your entire body. . . is screaming at the sky. Like it's raging against the world. I lost something. And I don't have a single guarantee. The fear of living in this world again after that. . . I have only a shred of hope to sustain me. So I want you at least. . . to cry. Cry. Cry with me. Like the day you were first born into this world.
This is what I know about love, That it is tested every day, and what is not renewed is lost. One chooses either to care more or to care less. Once the choice is to care less, then there is no stopping the momentum of goodbye. Each loved thing slips away. There is no stopping it.