Quotes About Closure

Over a decade since her heart was not just broken but crushed, so why can't she get over it? Ben doesn't understand; she knows he's been in love before and got hurt, but he was able to let go of his pain and move forward. Why can't I?

We keep going around in circles, but nothing will ever change. I know that our relationship is over, it's almost a relief. Beatrice has won.

I know about the note and so do the police. I never want to see you again. It's over. Dumping by text. That's the most he deserves.

The truth wouldn't set her free. Far from it. The truth was a Pandora's box and she had to keep the lid firmly closed

but the worst that could have happened was also already behind him; the thing not done,

Mis previsiones me cerraban el mundo.

porque la verdad que se nos niega duele hasta el último día.

La verdad que se nos niega duele hasta el último día

It is a sad farewell. You loved it all. You dream that you might keep it in your head But memories, where can you take them to? Take one last look at them. They end with you.

the overriding thought in my mind is that I didn't have the foresight to say goodbye or thank you to the people I love. That sounds corny, I know, but what's wrong with corny? It has its place.

I think it's a bit like coming to the end of a book. The plot's in its thickest, all the characters are in a mess, but you can see that there aren't fifty pages left, and you know that the finish can't be far off.

Håkan realized now that he had always thought that these vast territories were empty—that he had believed they were inhabited only during the short period of time during which travelers were passing through them, and that, like the ocean in the wake of a ship, solitude closed up after the riders.

He who dies a thousand deaths meets the final hour with the calmness of one who approaches a well remembered door.

So much has been said between them that is is needless to add a marginal note. It is not for him now to gloss the text of their dealings, nor append a moral.

So much has been said between them that it is needless to add a marginal note. It is not for him now to gloss the text of their dealings, nor append a moral.

The dead do not negotiate.

Nor did the word closure that a few of the mourners said they hoped to achieve. Edward believed that they thought of it as a door closing softly on their grief, but he was afraid it might shut out more than they'd bargained for, memories of love and pleasure as well as of loss.

Suddenly everything went black. A storm raged inside me. I felt like a fool for having been so tense and cautious on the way here. Worse that that, what had I been doing for all these years? Gradually the storm subsided, and for the first time I really understood: my thirty years as a guerrilla fighter for the Japanese army were abruptly finished. This was the end.

And somewhere inside me I felt an awful feeling that something in my life was coming quietly to an end.

It's not the pace of life I mind. It's the sudden stop at the end.

It occurs to me that if I kill him, I can finally stop thinking about him. If I kill him, I won't have to feel like this anymore.

By the time dad died, the junk was so piled up that there were tunnels instead of rooms.

He was just a reader and readers can't do anything to make a story stop - except close the book.

Happy endings always made her cry. It was the relief.