A Quote by Abbi Glines

Goodbyes weren't all they were cracked up to be — © Abbi Glines
Goodbyes weren't all they were cracked up to be

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I wanted to say goodbye to someone, and have someone say goodbye to me. The goodbyes we speak and the goodbyes we hear are the goodbyes that tell us we´re still alive.
Goodbyes are not forever Goodbyes aren't final, when You only mean we'll miss you Until we meet again
Winning games, titles and championships isn't all it's cracked up to be, but getting there, the journey, is a lot more than it's cracked up to be.
If you took a cracked pot and you cracked that cracked pot, you'd be approaching the level of cracked pottery we are talking about here.
I always say, 'I'm cracked. My characters are cracked. And you, reader, you're cracked, too.'
Goodbyes were impossible, unless you didn't realize you were saying them.
The mirror that Strindberg held up to Nature was a cracked one. It was cracked in a double sense -- it was crazy. It gave back broken images of a world which it made look like the chaos of a lunatic dream.
Yes, I've been down the pike and back. And through the years, I've heard different songs with scatting in it, and it was - always cracked me up as kind of a funny style of music, you know? When I did it, it kind of cracked me up as a comedy kind of routine.
One would be forgiven for concluding that the assumed benefits of financial innovation are not all they were cracked up to be.
I have experienced bad dating and ineptitude with women all across the globe, from Vietnam to Paris. When I was 21, women were an enigma; they were this code that had to be cracked. They were 'The Other.' I have often thought writing this stuff into stand-up and shows would be an exorcism, but it hasn't been; it makes no difference.
One moment my dad and I were swapping stories about the basketball games; a few hours later he was gone. Forever. Just like that, with no goodbyes.
O madam, my old heart is cracked, it's cracked!
Goodbyes are on of the hardest things about life. One way or another people were always leaving... Always moving on.
I won't leave you but you need to go on up and say your goodbyes. I'll stand right here behind you," Beau whispered from beside me
Remembering now all those farewells (fake farewells, worked-up farewells), Irena thinks: a person who messes up her goodbyes shouldn’t expect much from her re-unions.
I was never a class clown or anything like that, but I do remember being in the first grade and my teacher, Mr. Chad, told the class one day that we were going to do some exercises. He meant math exercises, but I stood up and started doing jumping jacks. To this day, I don't know what possessed me to do that, but all my friends cracked up.
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