Goodbyes are one of the many juxtapositions life lays before you – painful farewells are endured, while new beginnings are anticipated. No wonder Shakespeare defined partings as sweet sorrow.
A meaningful goodbye lingers, filling your heart and thoughts as it morphs into memories. Over time, these memories transform into a new story that will one day require its own ending – an ending that begets a beginning.
Great literature winds itself around your heart leaving you breathless as you drink in the final words. You bid adieu to the characters but the imparted wisdom remains chiseled into your life.
Some literary lingerings to savor…
“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald
“The eyes and faces all turned themselves towards me, and guiding myself by them, as by a magical thread, I stepped into the room.”
The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath
“Max stepped into his private boat and waved goodbye and sailed back over a year and in and out of weeks and through a day and into the night of his very own room where he found his supper waiting for him—and it was still hot.”
Where the Wild Things Are, Maurice Sendak
“Are there any questions?”
The Handmaid’s Tale, Margaret Atwood
“Lastly, she pictured to herself how this same little sister of hers would, in the after-time, be herself a grown woman; and how she would keep, through all her riper years, the simple and loving heart of her childhood: and how she would gather about her other little children, and make their eyes bright and eager with many a strange tale, perhaps even with the dream of Wonderland of long ago: and how she would feel with all their simple sorrows, and find a pleasure in all their simple joys, remembering her own child-life, and the happy summer days.”
Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, Lewis Carroll
“She looked up and across the barn, and her lips came together and smiled mysteriously.”
The Grapes of Wrath, John Steinbeck
“I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath, and hare-bells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.”
Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte
“Oh, my girls, however long you may live, I never can wish you a greater happiness than this.”
Little Women, Louisa May Alcott
“As I left China farther and farther behind, I looked out of the window and saw a great universe beyond the plane’s silver wing. I took one more glance over my past life, then turned to the future. I was eager to embrace the world.”
Wild Swans, Jung Chang
“But wherever they go, and whatever happens to them on the way, in that enchanted place on the top of the Forest a little boy and his Bear will always be playing.”
The House At Pooh Corner, A.A. Milne
“It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer. Charlotte was both.”
Charlotte’s Web, E.B. White
“I wanted to tell the book thief many things, about beauty and brutality. But what could I tell her about those things that she didn’t already know? I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race – that rarely do I ever simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant. None of those things, however, came out of my mouth.”
The Book Thief, Markus Zusak
And so I bid adieu to the Slice of Life Challenge, with lingering thoughts of writing. Looking ahead into the future; my new story yet to be written.