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Yann Martel

"I suppose in the end the whole of life becomes an act of letting go. But what always hurts the most is not taking a moment to say goodbye."

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"I suppose in the end the whole of life becomes an act of letting go. But what always hurts the most is not taking a moment to say goodbye."

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Amber Hurdle

"Goodbye, master, my dear! Forgive your Sam. He'll come back to this spot when the job's done - if he manages it. And then he'll not leave you again. Rest you quiet till I come; and may no foul creature come anigh you! And if the Lady could hear me and give me one wish, I would wish to come back and find you again. Good bye!"

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Amber Hurdle

"Good-bye proud world! I'm going home Thou are not my friend I am not thine."

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Amber Hurdle

"Leaving would imply suitcases and empty drawers, and late birthday cards with ten-dollar bills stuffed inside."

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Amber Hurdle

"Souls soar high above reach,Hands extend but never touch,Words exchanged in dulcet tones,Tis a fated moment to understand one's truth,Time to let go."

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Amber Hurdle

"It's over, Sam. Finally.""Yeah," he said. "I guess it is.""Turn out the light, Sam."Sam reached for the switch and turned out the light."

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Amber Hurdle

"I wish you all the best in life. Hell, I will even write your obituary for free."

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Amber Hurdle

"Maybe we will meet again in the paths of dreaming, but my heart tells me this is farewell."

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Amber Hurdle

"I wish you well - if you will die. May you rest in peace."

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Amber Hurdle

"Good bye, proud world! I'm going home; Thou art not my friend, and I'm not thine."

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Amber Hurdle

"Sometimes 'Good bye is just another way of saying 'I love you."

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"I've never forgotten him. Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart. I still cannot understand how he could abandon me so unceremoniously, without any sort of goodbye, without looking back even once. The pain is like an axe that chops my heart."
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"How does one say in the jargon of musicology that my sould was pulled out of me and thrown up in the air, to be tossed about by the music. How does one say that I breathed, that I existed, in harmony with the ups and downs of those notes. What kind of notes both elevate and cast down, exalt and crush?"
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"You might think I lost all hope at that point. I did. And as a result I perked up and felt much better."
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"When I corrected her, I told her that in fact she was not so wrong; that Hindus, in their capacity for love, are indeed hairless Christians, just as Muslims, in the way they see God in everything, are bearded Hindus, and Christians, in their devotion to God, are hat-wearing Muslims."
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"Religion is more than rite and ritual."
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"There are animals we haven't stopped by. Don't think they're harmless. Life will defend itself no matter how small it is."
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"Socially inferior animals are the ones that make the most strenuous, resourceful efforts to get to know their keepers. They prove to be the ones most faithful to them—it is a fact commonly known in the trade."
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"Trees were not hard, irritable things, but discreetly orgasmic beings moaning at a level too deep for our brutish ears. And flowers were quick explosive orgasms, like making love in the shower."
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