Chien-Po: [singing] I'm never gonna catch my breath! Yao: Say goodbye to those who knew me! Ling: Boy was I a fool in school for cutting gym! Mushu: [speak-singing] This guy's got her scared to death! Mulan: [singing] Hope he doesn't see right throug...
Young Noah: You wanna walk with me. Fin: What are you guys doing? Get in! Young Allie: Yeah. Young Noah: We're gonna walk. Fin: Do you guys love each other? [Young Noah snickers] Fin: Oh I get it, you guys do love each other! Young Noah: Okay. Goodby...
Dave: Sure throwing him in is the best way to get him to learn how to swim? The Count: Absolutely. Dave: Ok. The Count: On second thought, it might just be for kids. Angus: I can't touch the bottom! The Count: Yeah, that's right. Throw a baby in, it ...
Ryan Bingham: So, did you wake him up or slip out? Natalie Keener: What? Ryan Bingham: This morning. Your new friend. Did you wake him up for an awkward goodbye or did you just slip out and make him feel like a whore? Natalie Keener: [confused] I jus...
Wreck-It Ralph: See ya later, President Fartfeathers. Vanellope von Schweetz: Au revoir, Admiral Underpants. Wreck-It Ralph: And farewell, Baroness Boogerface. Vanellope von Schweetz: Goodbye, Major Body Odor. Wreck-It Ralph: Hasta la vista, you... F...
[last lines] John Milner: I know, uh... you probably think you're a big shot, goin' off like this... John Milner: [he slaps Curt] ... but you're still a punk. Curt Henderson: OK, John... So long... So long! [Steve, Terry, Laurie and John wish Curt go...
Insurance Man: Thank you Ripley, that will be all. Ripley: [aggravated] Goddammit, that's not all! 'Cause if one of those things gets down here then that *will* be all! And all this, [Ripley grabs up a few pieces of paper] Ripley: this *bullshit* you...
When you want to share something with another person more than anything, it is one of the most difficult things to realize that you can never have it. Accepting this realization is even more difficult. Loving someone does mean saying goodbye to them ...
I think I fall into the category of the hopeless romantic, and I think youdo too, because you're here...The tricky thing about us, the hopeless romantic, is when we fall in love with someone, when we say hello—and it’s magical—we never imagine ...
The library smells like old books-a thousand leather doorways into other worlds." "Dear sir, I was called away and couldn't bring you, but now I feel haunted. I know that sometimes you felt I was a part of you and that losing me would leave a hole in...
Say goodbye to your mom.” Scottie pauses, then keeps going. “Scottie.” “Bye!” she yells. I grab her arm. I could yell at her for wanting to leave, but I don’t. She pulls her arm out of my grasp. I look up to see if anyone is watching us, ...
And so, as quietly as he had lived, he slipped out of town, leaving only a note behind: Well, that's that. I'm off, and if you don't believe I'm leaving, just count the days I'm gone. When you hear the phone not ringing, it'll be me that's not callin...
She was the only doctor's wife in Branford, Maine, who hung her wash on an outdoor clothesline instead of putting it through a dryer, because she liked to look out the window and see the clothes blowing in the wind. She had been especially delighted,...
He's been out for a while," she said. "You ready to take a break?" Hopper could exist in this living form or be transformed into a small statue, which helped avoid uncomfortable questions when people came by. Only she could transform him though. "Yea...
Holding myself to perfectionistic standards, I used to think I had to become lifelong friends with everyone who entered my life. This was exhausting, and I now know it’s not true. I believe the old saying that people come into your life for a reaso...
Oftentimes, especially during my recovery, I didn’t need to think about everything I was doing wrong; instead, I needed to focus more on what I was doing right—and then do more of the right stuff. I needed to live more in the solution.
In the past, I was a perpetual victim; how I was doing in any given moment depended on what happened to me. Today I do my best to avoid this kind of ‘victim thinking.’ Instead, how I am doing is determined by how I respond to what happens to me.
They had battled and bloodied one another, they had kept secrets, broken hearts, lied, betrayed, exiled, they had walked away, said goodbye and sworn it was forever, and somehow, every time, they had mended, they had forgiven, they had survived. Some...
We ran into lots of old friends. Friends from elementary school, junior high school, high school. Everyone had matured in their own way, and even as we stood face to face with them they seemed like people from dreams, sudden glimpses through the fenc...
He had opened the book at random several times, seeking a sortes Virgilianae, before he chose the sentences on which his code was to be based. 'You say: I am not free. But I have lifted my hand and let it fall.' It was as if in choosing that passage,...
He doesn’t want to step out of the present, this present. Because once he does, there will be college applications and college acceptances (just one will do) and the last of everything (last class, last party, last night, last day, last goodbye), a...
