#goodbye

I don't know how you say good-bye to whom and what you love. I don't know a painless way to do it, don't know the words to capture a heart so full and a longing so intense. ↗

— Laura Wiess

#goodbyes #parting #love

You get use to someone—start to like them, even—and they leave. In the end, everyone leaves. ↗

— Rachel Ward

#gone #goodbye #leaving #lost #love

When you want to share something with another person more than anything, it is one of the most difficult things to realize that you can never have it. Accepting this realization is even more difficult. Loving someone does mean saying goodbye to them in some cases, though we will fight that until the oftentimes bitter end before doing the right thing. ↗

— Ashly Lorenzana

#difficulty #goodbyes #life #love #people

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

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

It seemed so good when it started. I gave my trust to you. I came to you open-hearted, Hoping it was true. Now I've gotten smart. Now I've learned some things. Now I know that what once was a start, Is just an ending. The longest good-bye I ever knew, The longest good-bye Was the day I said hello to you. ↗

— Heather Lynn Rigaud

#hello-goodbye #lbs #long-bourne-suffering #music-lyrics #pride-and-prejudice

I make it easier for people to leave by making them hate me a little. ↗

— Cecelia Ahern

#helpfulness #leaving #help

Even as I hold you, I am letting you go. ↗

— Alice Walker

#hold-you #leaving #let-go #letting-go #loss

I drew the last image ever of Opus at midnight while Puccini was playing and I got rather stupid. Thirty years. A bit like saying goodbye to a child - which is ironic because I was never, never sentimental about him as many of his fans were. ↗

— Berkeley Breathed

#because #bit #child #drew #ever