Quotes About Closure

Al morir se pone fin a una vida, no a una relación personal.

None of us can undo what we've done, or relive a life already recorded.

THIS IS A STORY ABOUT A MAN named Eddie and it begins at the end, with Eddie dying in the sun. It might seem strange to start a story with an ending. But all endings are also beginnings. We just don't know it at the time.

Ends are for yesterdays, not tomorrows.

Sarah Lemon: "It just felt like... the end." Dor: "Ends are for yesterdays, not tomorrows.

I never said good-bye." "Such a needless word," she said, "when you love somebody.

Kematian mengakhiri hidup, bukan hubungan.

My friedns, if we tend to the things that are important in life, if we are right with those we love and behave in line with our faith, our lives will not be cursed with the aching throb of unfulfilled business. Our words will always be sincere, our embraces will be tight. We will never wallow in the agony of 'I could have, I should have.' We can sleep in a storm. And when it's time, our good-byes will be complete.

My friends, if we tend to the things that are important in life, if we are right with those we love and behave in line with our faith, our lives will not be cursed with the aching throb of unfulfilled business. Our words will always be sincere, our embraces will be tight. We will never wallow in the agony of 'I could have, I should have.' We can sleep in a storm. And when it's time, our good-byes will be complete.

To put it squarely, as I say in my memoir, the eternal triangle has come full circle.

You should pack up your statuary and go home.

Maybe he would let me come in, but he'd want to close the doors up again behind me.

Because of this mysterious virus from China, Broadway was closing.33 All of Broadway. Not just one theater or ten theaters, as in a free society in which business owners make choices based on individual risk. All of Broadway, in one iconic, sweeping, Soviet-style, top-down gesture.

No llores porque ya se terminó... sonríe porque sucedió.

Death does that:It makes everyone feel sentimental when in front of a coffin, we all see only what is good or what we want to see.

Y dicho esto con más solemnidad de la que probablemente merece la ocasión, más vale aterrizar a ras de página y pedirle al amigo lector que nos acompañe al cierre de esta historia y nos ayude a encontrar lo más difícil para un pobre narrador atrapado en su propio laberinto: la puerta de salida.

Perhaps Bernarda was right after all, and in this lousy world, sometimes, some things did end the way they should.

Quizá me quería, a su manera, como yo la quise a ella, a la mía. Pero no nos conocíamos. Quizá porque yo nunca la dejé conocerme, o nunca di un paso por conocerla a ella. Pasamos la vida como dos extraños que se han visto todos los días y se saludan por cortesía. Y pienso que quizá murió sin perdonarme

Las vidas sin significado pasan de largo como trenes que no paran en tu estación. Mientras tanto, las cicatrices de la guerra se cerraban a la fuerza.

Page after page I let the spell of the story and its world take me over, until the breath of dawn touched my window and my tired eyes slid over the last page. I lay in the bluish half-light with the book on my chest and listened to the murmur of the sleeping city. My eyes began to close, but I resisted. I did not want to lose the story's spell or bid farewell to its characters yet.

When we stand in front of a coffin, we see only what is good, or what we want to see.

Me juré que no volvería a verla, que no volvería a mencionar su nombre, o a recordar el tiempo que había perdido a su lado. Por alguna etraña razón, me sentí en paz.

Me juré que no volvería a verla, que no volvería a mencionar su nombre, o a recordar el tiempo que había perdido a su lado. Por alguna extraña razón, me sentí en paz.

I hugged her for the last time and looked into her eyes. On the way we had agreed there would be no farewells, no solemn words, no promises to fulfill.