“We can't be sad for her," she murmured. "Only for ourselves at having to say good-bye.”
“We are stronger than we've credited ourselves to be. We have been the victims and the witnesses. We have said a lifetime of good-byes.”
“We all have to find our own ways to say good-bye.”
“Keep hoping to see the light in her eyes. Even knowing it'll mean she's saying good-bye.”
“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.”
“...she had wondered which was worse: the sudden good-bye you know is a good-bye or the long good-bye you have to guess.”