Bruce Springsteen Quotes

Nothing is so dear as what you're about to leave.

Seems like we always spend the best part of our time just saying goodbye.

Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep.

Because it is senior year I have begun to see things as potential absences. The things I love will become the things I'll miss.

One day we'll look back we'll smile and we'll laugh,but right now we just cry. Cuz it's so hard to say good-bye.

For those of you who thought you'd be forgotten, The friends you've made will try their best, to make it so. Think of all the beauty that you left behind you. You can take it if you want it, and then let it go...

It is always sad to leave a place to which one knows one will never return.

I stopped for a second. If you remember everything, I wanted to say, and if you are really like me, then before you leave tomorrow, or when you’re just ready to shut the door of the taxi and have already said goodbye to everyone else and there’s not a thing left to say in this life, then, just this once, turn to me, even in jest, or as an afterthought, which would have meant everything to me when we were together, and, as you did back then, look me in the face, hold my gaze, and call me by your name

Something that required the best of you has ended. You will miss it.

I miss playing with Miles. I did play with him a little while before he left the planet, but even at that time I longed to maybe do some things together.

I don't know if I'll have a better friend than Bill Paxton.

'Dog Years' is sort of my way of saying goodbye and 'see you soon' to my friends from college.

Free - I miss that band, but when I look back, we were very young.

It's so hard saying goodbye... it's hard saying good bye to all the things that one has held dear for weeks, months, sometimes years.

I lay around and wonder why you were always there for me.

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.

There's never a right time to say goodbye.

Old friends are the great blessings of one's later years. Half a word conveys one's meaning. They have a memory of the same events, have the same mode of thinking. I have young relations that may grow upon me, for my nature is affectionate, but can they grow To Be old friends?

Remember when i slept with my head in a puddle at your feet? It was humility, or atonement. later your ankle was a pillow and finally you pulled me up and in my sleep i placed your hand above my heart, like i forgot i didn't live there anymore

The friends who met here and embraced are gone, Each to his own mistake.

I regret nothing, but I am sorry that I am about to leave my friends.

I'm sorry to see it end.

Sign of old age: distress at all leave-takings, all separations. And the sadness of memories, because I'm aware they're condemned to death.

The jovial party broke up next morning. Breakings-up are capital things in our school-days, but in after life they are painful enough. Death, self-interest, and fortune's changes, are every day breaking up many a happy group, and scattering them far and wide; and the boys and girls never come back again.