Quotes About Closure

The person they'd locked up last summer was gone, and she wasn't coming back.

She was gone. We all knew it. But nobody moved. Nobody spoke. Still my father held her tight in his arms, as if he might preserve that last moment of life, as long as he stayed completely still. His lips were against her hair, and his eyes were closed.

Here it seemed that even shocking deaths were like a stone being dropped into a pond where the splash and the ripple closed over into stillness in no time.

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

You ask everybody you know: How long does it usually take to get over it? There are many formulas. One year for every year you dated. Two years for every year you dated. It's just a matter of will power: The day you decide it's over, it's over. You never get over it.

After we're done, I want you to forget the whole thing … that we ever even met." "That's all right by me. Anyway, it doesn't look like something I'll want to remember.

It's best to let the dead rest

When wars end, all the shit comes tumbling out. People talk, point fingers at each other, reveal things they've kept quiet for years.

She had seen this before. She knew that you could put it all in a little box and close it up later, that you could go on with your life if you didn't sleep too much, didn't breathe too much, didn't live too much so that death came back and snatched you away for the taking.

Nancy's last sentence is on the last page in your file. There is nothing more we know. As the sheriff might say, we don't have anything farther.

Claire lunged toward her desk. She opened the drawer. Lydia's file was still hidden inside. Claire's relief was so pronounced that she wanted to cry. She touched her fingers to her cheek. She was crying. Her tear ducts were on constant standby for anything that would send them over. Instead of giving in to it, Claire shut the drawer. She wiped her eyes. She stood up. She straightened her shirt as she made her way to the kitchen.

When your father died, I remember standing at his grave and thinking, This is the place where I can leave my grief. It wasn't immediately, of course, but I had somewhere to go, and every time I visited the cemetery, I felt like when I got back into my car, a tiny little bit of grief was gone.

She closed the blade with a snap, tucking it into her back pocket as she went to let Nan in.

It's good you have a grave to visit." Ginny stared out the window with a pleasant smile on her face. There was no telling where her mind was. "When your father died, I remember standing at his grave and thinking, This is the place where I can leave my grief.

Last words are for fools who haven't said enough

Love wakes men, once a lifetime each; They lift their heavy lids, and look; And, lo, what one sweet page can teach They read with joy, then shut the book.

Once I leave, I leave. I am not going to speak to the man on the bridge, and I am not going to spit on the deck.

Unfinished business always comes back to haunt you, and a man who swears he'll love you forever isn't finished with you until he's done.

I understood that the man I was calling for could never ever come back. Because I understood that the man that I was calling for was dead.

When a man dies, and his kin are glad of it, they say, "He is better off."

I agree that not responding, and blocking his email, is the way to deal with the man you hope falls silent again.

This is a story about a man named Eddie and it begins at the end, with Eddie dying in the sun.

Men always have their reasons. But the fact is that they always wind up leaving.

Man, be he who he may, experiences a last piece of good fortune and a last day. [Ger., Der Mensch erfahrt, er sei auch wer er mag, Ein letztes Gluck und einen letzten Tag.]