Good-Bye is an easy word to say but try saying it to a friend. If I never knew you, I'd be safe, but half as real, never knowing I could feel.
— Pocahontas
Pioneering Bye Friends quotations
How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.

You can kiss your family and friends good-bye and put miles between you, but at the same time you carry them with you in your heart, your mind, your stomach, because you do not just live in a world but a world lives in you.

Don't be dismayed by good-byes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again, after moments or lifetimes, is certain for those who are friends.
Be well, do good work, and keep in touch.
Happy trails to you, until we meet again.
Some trails are happy ones, Others are blue. It's the way you ride the trail that counts, Here's a happy one for you.

The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected.
There are no good-byes, where ever you'll be, you'll be in my heart.
The world is round and the place which may seem like the end may also be only the beginning.

Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.
Distance of Time and Place do really cure what they seem to aggravate;
and taking Leave of our Friends resembles taking Leave of the World, concerning which it hath been often said, that it is not Death but Dying which is terrible.
People so seldom say I love you And then it's either too late or love goes.
So when I tell you I love you, It doesn't mean I know you'll never go, Only that I wish you didn't have to.

Good bye, proud world! I'm going home; Thou art not my friend, and I'm not thine
But fate ordains that dearest friends must part.
That bitter word, which closed all earthly friendships and finished every feast of love farewell!

So sweetly she bade me adieu, I thought that she bade me return.
There are lines upon my face from a lifetime of smiles
There's such an awkwardness to most heterosexual male relationships.
You see women who are friends, and they kiss each other good-bye, and they're just so much warmer with each other. But there's this thing with guys where, even between best friends, there's a standoffishness.

Your friends today attach themselves not to you but to your purse or to some advantage they can gain through your father's kindness. When your purse is empty or when your father is no longer in power, they bid you good-bye.
I drove off, with my friends watching me go, all of them grouped on Lissa's hood. As I pulled onto the road, I glanced into the rearview and saw them: they were waving, hands moving through the air, their voices loud, calling out after me. The square of that mirror was like a frame, holding this picture of them saying good-bye, pushing me forward, before shifting gently out of sight, inch by fluid inch, as I turned away.
Wherever I go, I'll always see you. You'll always be with me. And there's no happy ending coming here, no way a story that started on a night that's burned into my heart will end the way I wish it could. You're really gone, no last words, and no matter how many letters I write to you, you're never going to reply. You're never going to say good-bye. So I will. Good-bye, Julia. Thank you for being my friend. Thank you for being you.
But, of course, it isn't really Good-bye, because the Forest will always be there... and anybody who is Friendly with Bears can find it.