May everyone live, And may everyone die. Hello, my love, And my love, Goodbye.
It’s hard to say goodbye to the place you’ve lived. It can be as hard as saying goodbye to a person.
Gone – flitted away, Taken the stars from the night and the sun From the day! Gone, and a cloud in my heart.
To say goodbye is to die a little.
The French have a phrase for it. The bastards have a phrase for everything and they are always right. To say goodbye is to die a little.
How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
Be well, do good work, and keep in touch.
You’ve changed me forever. And I’ll never forget you.
I make it easier for people to leave by making them hate me a little.
You are allowed to be alive. You are allowed to be somebody different. You are allowed to not say goodbye to anybody or explain a single thing to anyone, ever.
The funny thing is you oddly don’t really say goodbye to all the characters you’ve played. There’s like a chest of drawers in your head that you can always access. They’re always around. I’m not sure if that’s healthy. But they’re all there.
Goodbye – Because I love you.
You endure what is unbearable, and you bear it. That is all.
Leaving San Francisco is like saying goodbye to an old sweetheart. You want to linger as long as possible.
I love you too much to say goodbye.
True love doesn’t have a happy ending, because true love never ends. Letting go is one way of saying I love you.
Nothing’s worse than saying goodbye. It’s a little like dying.
Las Vegas is the only place I know where money really talks – it says, Goodbye.
Where is the good in goodbye?
Not so cold, some snow fell. I went inside the log cabin and said goodbye to Mother, she was so alike grandmother, just younger.