Her name badge read: Hello! My name is DIE, DEMIGOD SCUM!

I used to sell hellos by the wave until I found out Dark Jar Tin Zoo was reselling them on eBay as goodbyes. Now I’m a yawn distributor.

I was raised in a fishing village in the middle of the desert. I sold hellos and goodbyes just to get by.

Maybe, if you can’t get someone out of your head they were never meant to leave. Perhaps, they were meant to help change you into the person you have been waiting to become.

I sold ten bags of hellos for five bags of goodbyes. I’d say that’s a good profit. Or it was, before I blew all my goodbyes on ex lovers.

I had a dream about you. The king decreed we could only speak one word, and that word would be assigned to us. Your word was hello, and my word was goodbye. You made me...

I have returned, as prophesied.” Then I just stand there staring at them.

I love hellos that last a lifetime, and goodbyes that are invisible, inaudible, and otherwise undetectable. Tell your mom I’m waving at her.

I had a dream about you. I smiled and you waved, and it’s unfortunate that neither one of these gestures was directed at each other. The person I was smiling at was the same person...

I put the hell in hello—especially when waving at my mother-in-law. If looks could kill, she’d wish she were Helen Keller.

I asked her, dreamily, if we had met, and when she told me that we had not, I gave her a little finger wave, the type a leprechaun might offer a pixie who was floating...

Love says hello, and hate says goodbye. Your mom also says hello.

I find wisdom in the waves. Goodbye is a hello to a life without you.

Is there a word halfway between hello and goodbye? Because that’s the word my soul is trying to say.

Smiling is the way the soul says hello. Obviously a frown means goodbye. Is there a word halfway between hello and goodbye? Because that’s what my soul is saying right now.

The story of life is quicker than the wink of an eye, the story of love is hello and goodbye…until we meet again

You could duct tape my mouth shut, and I’d still talk too much. I talk with my hands, so you have to listen hard to hear me. You’ll hear my flattering words when you see...

I couldn’t pick just one.The moment I’d touched the sugar packet, a thousand thoughts cascaded through my mind.I want to go shopping in Times Square.I want to go to the top of the Empire State...

I listen to helloes at 65 MPH. Anything faster is just asking for a goodbye. I’m too love and in young to do anything but drink coffee out of a helmet, while wearing a helmet....

On a visit or vacation to Toba Lake,you may say ‘Horas’ to Batak people,when we meet, visit and shake hands.

Like the ocean I wave. Hello and goodbye are the same, when I talk with my hand.

Each time you say hello to a stranger, your heart acknowledges over and over again that we are all family.

It began with a hello, and ended in hell.

I once said hello to a pack of goodbyes, but they were asleep to my coffee offering. They were running towards love, which is always running away from me.