goodbye

Every moment was a precious thing, having in it the essence of finality.

I lean back against the velvet-cushioned seat and close my eyes to the sound of hooves pounding hard against the cobblestone streets. Their clip-clopping harmony keeping perfect tempo with the rumble of carriage wheels, affording a sound as sweet as any symphony I've ever heard. It's the sound of escapeThe sound of goodbyeA sound that's served to soothe me in the past, providing the much-needed assurance that the unwelcome inquiries and suspicions of newly alerted acquaintances would soon fade - allowing for a brief respite in a new location, before I'm on the move again.I'm a gypsy.A nomad.A vagabond.A drifter.

When I am brave enough to say goodbyeI'll use the wings you gave meand away I'll fly

In your travels, do not draw your attention to those stones in the dirt that cause your feet to ache. But rather draw your attention to the loveliness of all that does surround you. Marvel at the blades of grass that seem to turn silk under the loom of golden leaves that share with you the sun__ warmth and ponder the impression of that morning fog whose kiss good morning gently asks Mother Nature to arise so that her spirit can bask in the beauty of her own imagination as she gazes into the distance, not in fear, but in awe of that beauty which will cause the imagination to create all endless possibilities that the spirit knows to already exist. Remember that your spirit is not a device that heeds to walls and streets that tell you where to go. Your spirit is your attention drawn to that beauty in the distance that only you can look to. Your spirit is connected to your environment by the imagination and the travel that you possess. Walk with your spirit in front of you and you will become part of that beauty in the distance that causes you to marvel with gladness. You will always be beautiful because this is who you are.

What happened yesterday was obviously a mistake, and it will never be spoken of again. Goodbye forever.

The word goodbye stuck to her tongue. She wasn__ ready to say it. Because goodbye weighed more when forever hung off the end. And she wasn__ sure about forever. She wasn__ sure about anything. Except that, at that moment, she wanted to believe he would always be there. Even if it meant many years down the road. She needed to still have something to hold onto.

This isn't goodbye, okay. There are no goodbyes... not between us.

Do you know what your problem is? You can't live with the idea that someone might leave.

I need to let him go.

Goodnight, June.

The last day is way shorter than counting to ten.

I say good-bye to hope, but I also say good-bye to hope's disappointment.

I don't hate you," I tell her. And I honestly don't. Because love can't be faked when magic's involved. Ivy didn't push me out of the way just to gain a soul. She didn't force anything. It was all her choice to save and lo

To say goodbye, is to die a little.To say good morning, is a hope for a new sunshine in a cloudy winter.

There isn't doubt, what I learn about marketing it's shitty stuff, I like sample I don't like complex... It's not for me and family it's not so rich to аllow such vocabulary and I don't see a future of such vocabulary.As a second I want to say goodbye to GreenHollyWood, probably I won't see him anymore.As a third thanks to the people which were around me and are still friends with me.

you live each day one at a timeyou live every day all at onceyou live with the possibility of good-byeyou move on.

Where are you going?__e looked over his shoulder at me. __f I stay, you won__ get any sleep.___tay,_ I said. __ promise to keep my hands to myself._ Lie__uch an outright lie.He gave me a half smile that told me he knew it, too, but nestled down, tugging me into his arms. I wrapped an arm around his waist and rested my head in the hollow of his shoulder.He idly stroked my hair. I didn__ want to sleep__idn__ want to lose a minute with him__ut an immense exhaustion was pulling me away from consciousness, until all I knew was the touch of his fingers in my hair and the sounds of his breathing.

I go to the ocean to say goodbye.