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
Craziest Saying Bye quotations
How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
Love is missing someone whenever you're apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you're close in heart.
If you’re brave enough to say goodbye, life will reward you with a new hello.
Be well, do good work, and keep in touch.
It's sad, but sometimes moving on with the rest of your life, starts with goodbye.
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.
As contraries are known by contraries, so is the delight of presence best known by the torments of absence.
The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected.
True love doesn't have a happy ending, because true love never ends.
Letting go is one way of saying I love you.
Most of us will be remembered, in work and in life, for just a few words or deeds that made a difference to others. The way we choose to say good-bye is likely to be one of the ways we are remembered.
In Hawaii they say, "aloha." That's a nice one, It means both "hello" and "good-bye" Which just goes to show, if you spend enough time in the sun you don't know whether you're coming or going.
Thank God I found the GOOD in goodbye
The world is round and the place which may seem like the end may also be only the beginning.
The Duke of Edinburgh has perfected the art of saying hello and goodbye in the same handshake.
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.
Good bye may seem forever. Farewell is like the end, but in my heart is the memory and there you will always be.
It hurts when it don't last, no easy way saying bye. So I'mma spread my wings and head for the sky.
Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.
To move forward today, you must learn to say good-bye to yesterday's hurts, tragedies and baggage. You can't build a monument to past problems and fail forward.
Here lies my past, Goodbye I have kissed it; Thank you kids, I wouldn't have missed it.
Why can't we get all the people together in the world that we really like and then just stay together? I guess that wouldn't work. Someone would leave. Someone always leaves. Then we would have to say good-bye. I hate good-byes. I know what I need. I need more hellos.
Man's feelings are always purest and most glowing in the hour of meeting and of farewell.
As the presence of those we love is as a double life, so absence, in its anxious longing and sense of vacancy, is as a foretaste of death.
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.
I guess that's what saying good-bye is always like--like jumping off an edge.
The worst part is making the choice to do it. Once you're in the air, there's nothing you can do but let go.
When we raise one hand to say "bye-bye" we are gesturing that we are going apart from each other, whereas when we join our palms and bow our head, our hearts become closer.
Adieu! I have too grieved a heart to take a tedious leave.
Farewell, my sister, fare thee well. The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee well.
Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.
The best things said come last. People will talk for hours saying nothing much and then linger at the door with words that come with a rush from the heart.
We didn't say good bye. But we knew it would be the end if we were apart. There was no reason to call or write letters. As it would have been meaningless, if we couldn't hold each other tight.
Some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle and end.
One kind kiss before we part, Drop a tear and bid adieu;
Though we sever, my fond heart Till we meet shall pant for you.
What shall I do with all the days and hours That must be counted ere I see thy face? How shall I charm the interval that lowers Between this time and that sweet time of grace?