goodbye

Sometimes good-bye is a second chance. Clears your head. Anyway... missing someone makes you remember why you loved that person in the first place.

Some people come into your life at the right time for the most intense reasons and then some leave your life at the perfect time for the most saddest of reasons, time decides who you meet & you decide who stays.

Well, here at last, dear friends, on the shores of the Sea comes the end of our fellowship in Middle-earth. Go in peace! I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil.

I hadn't said goodbye. It had been easier, like always, to just disappear, sparing myself the messy details of another farewell. Now, my fingers hovered over my track pad, moving the cursor down to his comment section before I stopped myself. What was the point? Anything I said now would only be an afterthought.Elizabeth who goes by her middle name

He left that morning, the last words still echoing in my head, and though he said he__ come back one day I know a broken promise from a right one for I have used them myself and there is no coming back. Minds like ours are can__ be tamed and the price for freedom is the price we pay.

You are a strong woman now, not the insecure, introverted, spoiled brat I married. You know adversity and know how to fight for success. You will do great in this world as you carry on. Be careful. Remember: they all want to fuck you. Few will love you. I do and did.

Things don't so much end as disappear. They don't so much begin as turn up. You think there will be a time to say goodbye, but people have often gone before you know about it. And I don't just mean the dying.

It's important in life to conclude things properly. Only then can you let go. Otherwise you are left with words you should have said but never did, and your heart is heavy with remorse. That bungled goodbye hurts me to this day.

This is a long goodbye, yet not time enough. I have no aptitude for this. I cannot learn this. I would hold on, and hold on, until my hands clutch at emptiness.

You'll stay with me?'Until the very end,' said James.

Then I kissed Max because I loved him, and everyone I had ever loved before had gone away and I had never kissed them goodbye.

Before I can say anything else, he steps forward and takes my face in his hands. Then he's kissing me one last time.

She pushed off her toes toward me, guiding my head down, and gently kissed my lips. No. This wouldn__ be goodbye. I__ fill her up and make her realize she__ always be empty witho

The forecast iswe kiss goodbye and never helloall kisses are then parting kisses

It's hard to say goodbye for good at any time or any place. It's harder still to say it through a meshed wire. It crisscrossed his face into little diagonals, gave me only little broken-up molecules of it at a time. It stenciled a cold, rigid frame around every kiss.

You endure what is unbearable, and you bear it. That is all.

I miss her | & not the type of missing when you__e alone, not the type when you__e broken down half drunk, not even the type when you know she__ the one. I__ talking about the kind of missing that when you__e full of happiness_you wish they were there to enjoy it. I don__ care if we__e not together, I don__ care if I never see her again. All that I will every know is I__ here smiling & I know how much she__ like to see that.

It__ just as hard to go back to a place you once left, as it is to leave it again.