Quotes About Closure

My dad died at a point in his life when he was mentally at peace.

Si aquella noche —pensaba yo— se hubiera acabado el mundo o se hubiera muerto uno de ellos, su historia hubiera quedado completamente cerrada y bella como un círculo.» Así suele suceder en las novelas, en las películas, pero no en la vida... Me estaba dando cuenta yo, por primera vez, de que todo sigue, se hace gris, se arruina viviendo. De que no hay final en nuestra historia hasta que llega la muerte y el cuerpo se deshace...

Cuando una cosa no sabemos cuándo ni por qué ha terminado, cuando nos parece que ha quedado incompleta, ese ha sido su verdadero fin.

We can isolate determining points in which the creation of meat recalls the movement of narration. There is a beginning, a postulating of origins that positions the beginning of the story: we give animals life. There is the drama of conflict, in this case, of death. And there is the closure, the final summing up, which provides resolution to the drama: the consumption of the animal.

Eventually, everything gets stuck between a pair of parentheses or buried in the bottom of a trunk.

How does a poet know when a poem is ended? Because it lies flat, taut; nothing can be added or subtracted. How does a woman know when a marriage is over? Because of the way her life suddenly shears off in just two directions: past and future.

Life is too short to spend your time pining for someone who isn't here.

I hope he loves you as I should have.

The problem with books is that they end.

It's not the past if it's not finished.

Rejection is a dish best served in a paper envelope because then at least you can tear it up or burn it.

You leave him... you move to another state. But you never leave a man, even when you do.

She said that what was in the past was best left there and that talking about it was like stirring a fresh cow pile with a wooden spoon. Didn't accomplish a thing, and only made the stink and the flies worse and the spoon useless for anything else. Then

We women have lived too much with closure: "If he notices me, if I marry him, if I get into college, if I get this work accepted, if I get this job" -- there always seems to loom the possibility of something being over, settled, sweeping clear the way for contentment. This is the delusion of a passive life. When the hope for closure is abandoned, when there is an end to fantasy, adventure for women will begin.

Sometimes, you just have to walk away and never look back.

Sometimes that whys aren't knowable, so you just have to ignore the whys, and just focus on what is and move on.

It's weird, I never wish anything bad upon anybody, except two or three old girlfriends.

But to close your eyes for the last time on something precious - a hope, a hand reaching out for you - that must be the worst. Even terror needs a yardstick, and surely the yardstick for the unknown is the known?

I wanted to shut my mind, that my thoughts might close on my own peace, I wanted to close the peace of my love in my heart like dew in a dark rose." From "Philip Speaks

There are no happy endings.

Io ho finito con i baci" - Jon Snow

Can our morrows be foretold? Your Grace might ask instead should our morrows be foretold? And to that I should answer no. Some doors are best left closed. See that you close mine as you leave.

Satire is what closes Saturday night.

We cannot tear out a single page of our life, but we can throw the whole book in the fire.