Saying Goodbye Quotes

“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, I Am Number Four

“Sometimes, the words we speak are not the words we want to say.”
― Anthony West

“They say “Follow your heart”….
…. But I can’t follow you where you’re going…”
― Ranata Suzuki

“Though life has fated that we never cross paths again, don’t ever feel alone. For we are parallel …. and I will always be by your side.”
― Ranata Suzuki

“Will I see you again?”
His grin had lost its wild flair. Instead, it was limp and very small. “Sure you will.” A pause. “In my next movie.” With one last look, he climbed in his car and drove away.”
― Willowy Whisper, Angel Gate

“Everything is temporary,
almost like a passing fase,
some of laughter
Some of pain.
What we would do,
If we had the chance to explore
What we had taken for
Granted the very day before,
Some would say I'm selfish,
To hold a little sadness in my eyes,
But they don't feel the sorrow
When I can't do,
all that helps me feel alive.
I can express my emotions,
but I can't run wild and free,
My mind and soul would handle it
but hell upon my hip, ankle and knees,
This disorder came about,
as a friendship said its last goodbyes,
Soooo this is what I got given for all the years I stood by?
I finally stand still to question it, life it is in fact?
What the fuck is the purpose of it all if you get stabbed in the back?
And after the anger fills the air, the regret takes it places,
I never wanted to be that girl,
Horrid, sad and faded...
So I took with a grain of salt,
my new found reality,
I am not of my pain,
the disability doesnt define me.
I find away to adjust,
also with the absence of my friend,
I trust the choices I make,
allow my heart to mend.
I pick up the pieces
I retrain my leg,
I find where I left off
And I start all over again,
You see what happens...
When a warrior gets tested;
They grow from the ashes
Powerful and invested.
So I thank all this heartache,
As I put it to a rest,
I move forward with my life
And I'll build a damn good nest.”
― Nikki Rowe

“It's important in life to conclude things properly. Only then can you let go. Otherwise you are left with words you should have said but never did, and your heart is heavy with remorse. That bungled goodbye hurts me to this day.”
― Yann Martel, Life of Pi

“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, Loved

“No whim of fate, no Freudian trauma, no loss of a loved one will be as devastating to the human spirit as some prolonged ambivalent relationship that leaves us forever unable to say goodbye.”
― George E. Vaillant, Adaptation to Life

“A sea of red lights, and I slow down. My job now is to gather everyone together and tell them we have to let her go. I won't tell anyone over the phone, because I didn't like hearing the news from the doctor that way. I have maybe a week to handle the arrangements, as the doctor said, but the arrangements are overwhelming. How do I learn how to run a family? How do I say goodbye to someone I love so much that I've forgotten just how much I love her?”
― Kaui Hart Hemmings, The Descendants

“You've been a really good friend to me, Richard. And I've sort of got to quite like having you around. Please don't go.' He squeezed her hand in his gently. 'Well,' he said, 'I've sort of got to quite like having you around, too. But I don't belong in this world. In my London...well, the most dangerous thing you ever have to watch out for is a taxi in a bit of a hurry. I like you too. I like you an awful lot. But I have to go home.' She looked up at him with her odd-coloured eyes, green and blue and flame. 'Then we won't ever see each other again,' she said. 'I suppose we won't' 'Thanks for everything you did,' she said, seriously. Then she threw her arms around him, and she squeezed him tightly enough that the bruises on his ribs hurt, and he hugged her back, just as tightly, making all his bruises complain violently, and he simply didn't care.”
― Neil Gaiman, Neverwhere

“I wish I had a hundred years," she said, very quietly. "A hundred years I could give to you.”
― Patrick Ness, A Monster Calls

“Sadness and pain are not the hardest parts about losing someone you love. Saying goodbye is the hardest part. Saying goodbye means you must let go of them and the memories you shared if you want to move on without them. That's what makes it the hardest, most frightening part.”
― Imania Margria, The Pacemaker

“Goodbye, darling, would I could leave you with something, some little thing...'
'You leave me with all I'll ever need,' she said softly. There was resignation in her voice. 'You leave me with some hours that other women must make up or read about in stories.”
― Anne Rice, Violin

“If the butterfly didn't know how to end its life in the cocoon then we would have a bunch of dead butterflies inside of tiny silk coffins, little lives that refused to change. Perhaps due to fear of the unknown. But lots of people are less fortunate than butterflies, they don't know when to give up, say goodbye, let go, move on. You'd think the holometabolism of the butterfly is about not giving up, but it's not; it's about giving up and letting in the unknown. The attainment of the state of being alive is not about never giving up; it's about having the courage to give up, and to let in, over and over again, while you readjust your compass and realign your path.”
― C. JoyBell C.

“It was a farewell. Not a good-bye, but a fare...well. and he had the sense they would.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Enshrined

“He began to dread the passing of time because the moment of departure was unyielding and would advance until it snatched away the people he loved. He felt that time was an assassin that couldn’t be stopped.”
― Alex Z. Moores, Living in Water

“I detest goodbyes. That is, with people I like.”
― Sol Luckman, Cali the Destroyer

“He didn’t ask anything more of me. He didn’t try to fill the silence. He just gave me the space to break, to fall apart completely in the wake of all I’d lost.”
― Justine Castellon, I Love You, Sunday Sunset

“Though we never factor heart break into the plot of a romance, they happen all the same. It’s the cord break that is never written into the symphony. It’s the paint splash on canvass that’s never preconceived by the artist. At its worst, it’s that grand iceberg thousands of nautical miles away the Titanic maker did not foresee." Dami K. in To Live Again”
― Ray Anyasi, To Live Again

“And soon a cold realization hit me: The time for giving up hope and 
letting go was now. It would be my parting gift to her. And as I cried 
into Mom’s ear and held her hand, and told her it was okay to let go, that I’d be fine, I felt her chest rise one last time. There was no long 
continuous beep like you see in the movies. Just a deafening silence 
and my echo of good-bye skipping down the side of her ear like a coin 
down a deep well.”
― John von Sothen, Monsieur Mediocre: One American Learns the High Art of Being Everyday French

“The more tenuous the ties that hold us together, the easier it is to say goodbye.

[Julia, 'Harbour of Love']”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, A Place Like Home: Short Stories

“Mira bowed respectfully and turned to go when she was pulled gently back by Drusus and held in front of him. Mira found herself meeting his gaze, feeling pulled into his embrace. For a moment, they stared into each other's eyes, and Mira suddenly wished they had met on different terms. Now she was leaving him, she felt something besides fear toward him.”
― Betsie A. Gebbia, The Work of Thy Hand A Novel of Early Christianity

“Oh Lord! When the time comes for me to say goodbye let me have the power to say it with love.”
― Debasish Mridha

“It was hard to open up to the pain of saying goodbye. Especially when it wasn’t a matter of if but a matter of when. But despite the inevitable hurt, I vouched to not only feel the broken hearts but the beating ones, too.”
― Laura C. Reden, The Second Life of Everly Beck

“...sometimes, the heartbreak that comes with loving someone is worth it, even if loving that person means eventually saying goodbye to them.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire

“Live your life, forget about me. You deserve better, Mae. You are free.

Aaron”
― Rina Kent, Ruin

“He kneels bide her, does the things we instinctively do: lowers an ear to her lips; checks her wrist for a pulse. But it only confirms what he already knows. He brings her still-warm hand to his cheek and weeps. Because they have not had long enough. Because he is not ready for their shared life to be at it's end.
He sits with her as the light fades, as the chill starts to creep in through the open door, as her cooling body sets in place. He sits with her through the night, not ready to move on to the next phase he knows must come. One of phone calls and condolences. And her absence. For now, for just a little while longer, it will be just the two of them.”
― Florence Knapp, The Names

“He kneels beside her, does the things we instinctively do: lowers an ear to her lips; checks her wrist for a pulse. But it only confirms what he already knows. He brings her still-warm hand to his cheek and weeps. Because they have not had long enough. Because he is not ready for their shared life to be at it's end.

He sits with her as the light fades, as the chill starts to creep in through the open door, as her cooling body sets in place. He sits with her through the night, not ready to move on to the next phase he knows must come. One of phone calls and condolences. And her absence. For now, for just a little while longer, it will be just the two of them.”
― Florence Knapp, The Names

“He kneels beside her, does the things we instinctively do: lowers an ear to her lips; checks her wrist for a pulse. But it only confirms what he already knows. He brings her still-warm hand to his cheek and weeps. Because they have not had long enough. Because he is not ready for their shared life to be at its end.

He sits with her as the light fades, as the chill starts to creep in through the open door, as her cooling body sets in place. He sits with her through the night, not ready to move on to the next phase he knows must come. One of phone calls and condolences. And her absence. For now, for just a little while longer, it will be just the two of them.”
― Florence Knapp, The Names