Misty

“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, The Replacement

“I don’t say goodbye unless I think it’s final.”
― Shannon A. Thompson, November Snow

“The tragedy of life, Howard, is not that the beautiful die young, but that they grow old and mean. It will not happen to me.”
― Raymond Chandler, The Long Goodbye

“Whatever the cause, I could not meet his sunshine with cloud. If this were my last moment with him, I would not waste it in forced, unnatural distance. I loved him well - too well not to smite out of my path even Jealousy herself, when she would have obstructed a kind farewell. A cordial word from his lips, or a gentle look from his eyes, would do me good, for all the span of life that remained to me; it would be comfort in the last strait of loneliness; I would take it - I would taste the elixir, and pride should not spill the cup.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Villette