Quotes About Closure

Down inside, of course, I wasn't sure, and yet I had to see her one more time. What I needed, I suppose, was some sort of final confirmation, something to carry with me when she was gone.

There's a way out of every disaster except your last one.

Rangiku…I couldn't do it. I couldn't get back what he took from you. Oh.. I'm so glad I got to tell you I was sorry.

I just keep practicing saying goodbye to you

And later, of course, she got too busy. She asks Royce if he heard anything from Grace, ever. "No. No. Why should I?" "I just thought." "No." "I thought you might have looked her up later on." "Not a good idea." She has disappointed him. Prying. Trying to get at some spot of live regret right under the ribs. A woman.

E quando l'emigrazione finisce, quando torni alla casa da cui te n'eri andata, pensi di aver chiuso il cerchio, ma visitando il museo ti rendi conto che il tuo è stato un viaggio di andata, di sola andata. Dall'esilio nessuno ritorna. Quello che hai abbandonato ti abbandona».

Carefully they replaced the soil and covered the entire grave with uprooted grass. Neither one had spoken a word.

Saying more might push them both to a place they couldn't get back from. He would keep the rest where it belonged: in that tobacco tin buried in his chest where a red heart used to be. Its lid rusted shut.

It is not easy to let someone go, even when they have said unforgivable things to you.

this is what i know it doesn't hurt any more this is

The past is now the past—done, finished, a part of my life which has been put away as one does a completed novel. Today, I can once again breathe the cool, refreshing air of springtime. Today, I can reflect on my life and accept myself as one who has made mistakes and rectified them. Today, I have found peace of mind. Today, the grave is open and my soul and I are reunited. Tom Saal, November 2010

Poetry steps in at those moments when ordinary words fail: poetry as ceremony, as closure to what cannot be closed.

I think it is in grief that we need some reminder of our humanity--and sometimes, someone to say it for us. Poetry steps in at those moments when ordinary words fail: poetry as ceremony, as closure to what cannot be closed.

All good things must someday end. Fortunately, this is also true of bad things.

Good things come to an end, bad things have to be stopped.

Nobody ever forgets where he buried the hatchet.

Sometimes, death is a blessing.

Nothing, it seems, is ever really over.

I love you, & will always love you. We gave each other the world in a way that the other could not always see. ... We are done, & we will never be done.

Down, down they sped. Above them the earth sealed shut with a shudder

So you can't marry Harry, Mom! Not if you still love Daddy!" I sound like a ten-year-old, but I can't help it. Buttercup comes over to me and puts her head on my lap. "Love gets used up, Chastity," Mom says gently, reaching up to smooth my hair. "If it's not returned, it gets used up.

Life was kind and full of chances. Sometimes we didn't take them. Sometimes we hid our truth and acted out of fear. Sometimes we turned away and closed the door.

My childhood had ended, and I never even had the chance to say goodbye.

How could she make amends without knowing for what? She guessed she would never know, unless he chose to talk to her. She wanted to reach out to him and try to settle the matter, but it was difficult right now with them so far apart.