Quotes About Closure

Qué decirnos que no fueran superficies e ilusiones, de qué hablar si no pasaríamos nunca al otro lado para cerrar el dibujo, si seguíamos buscándonos desde muertos y muñecas.

Me tiré contra la puerta antes de que fuera demasiado tarde, la cerré de golpe apoyando el cuerpo; felizmente la llave estaba puesta de nuestro lado y además corrí el gran cerrojo para mas seguridad. Fui a la cocina, calenté la pavita, y cuando estuve de vuelta con la bandeja del mate le dije a Irene: - Tuve que cerrar la puerta del pasillo. Han tomado la parte del fondo.

murió María Esther antes que llegáramos a comprometernos. Entramos en los cuarenta años con la inexpresada idea de que el nuestro, simple y silencioso matrimonio de hermanos, era necesaria clausura de la genealogía asentada por nuestros bisabuelos en nuestra casa.

You keep waiting for the heaviness to leave you. You keep waiting for the moment you never think about the ex again. It doesn't come.

Clavo saca clavo. Nothing sacas nothing, you reply. No one will ever be like her.

And that's when I know it's over. As soon as you start thinking about the beginning, it's the end.

I already told you it's over, he snaps. What else do you want? A maldito corpse? You women never know how to leave things alone. You never know how to let go.

We didn't know it was the last days but we should have.

And that's when I know it´s over. As soon as you start thinking about the beginning, it's the end.

All things found their ends.

So, at the last, a story.

All stories end when they have returned to their beginnings.

Don't let any issue carry over to the next day. Talk about it all before you hit the bed.

That's it. I've said all I've got to say on the world of James Bond.

What kind of heart does one have to have in order to be able to get rid of these, without regret, as if they were empty beer cans?

Whatever has a beginning must have an ending.

Bring down the curtain, the farce is played out.

Nobody forgets where he buried the hatchet.

My fairy tale has ended.

When it was over, it was not really over, and that was the trouble.

It would be agreeable to conclude this book with a cheery fanfare about science closing in, slowly but surely, on the ultimate mystery; but the time for rosy rhetoric is not yet at hand. The orign of life appear to me as incomprehensible as ever, a matter for wonder but not for explication.

No one else could ever be admitted here, since this gate was made only for you. I am now going to shut it.

The meaning of life is that it stops.

Ça exploserait derrière lui. C'était fini.