Quotes About Closure

He couldn't understand Rachel's need to wonder what could have been, rather than just accepting that it never would be.

Happy endings always made her cry. It was the relief. "Would you like a cup of tea?" John-Paul stood

Funerals all have the same smells and sounds.

Once you knew everything there was to know about someone, you were generally ready to divorce them.

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

She would have happily never seen Troy Delaney ever again, or even returned to Australia. The wounds had healed nicely, no visible scars, and she'd found a new life, a new love, so she could once again watch romantic comedies without scoffing.

When you divorce someone, you divorce the whole family.

A growing industry of privately run nursing homes and board and care facilities began to emerge with the phase-out of the hospitals and in some cases gained a lobby that advocated proactively for closure in order to increase their profits, leading to the modern-day institutional and deinstitutional industrial complex.

But in the hegemonic story of deinstitutionalization, psych drugs were seen as a factor only in the field of mental health and are almost never discussed in the origin story of deinstitutionalization in the field of I/DD. In other words, the use of Thorazine and other psych drugs in I/DD institutions is not perceived as leading to their closure, even though they were widely used.

First, it ignores the ways carceral locales and their histories of closure and abolition are interconnected. This is what Chapman, Carey, and I referred to as "carceral archipelago" or carceral matrix.

Wish I never met ya I wouldnt want to be ya.

I know you prolly wish you never met me, but I just hope you never forget me.

And I know you probably wish you never met me, and I just wish you never forget me.

Silas leaves me a message, then another, and I don't call back. I've made my choice. I'm done with the seesaw, the hot and cold, the guys who don't know or can't tell you what they want. I'm done with kissing that melts your bones followed by ten days of silence followed by a fucking pat on the arm at the T stop.

I don't think we should do this anymore.' 'Do what?' 'Go out.' He laughs and pulls me closer. 'What are you talking about?' I don't normally have to break up with anyone. Usually they do it for me, or I leave the state or the country. I don't have to spell it out very often.

Forgiveness means giving up all hope for a better past.

Sometimes solutions aren't so simple; sometimes goodbye's the only way.

In the end, it doesn't even matter.

I want to let all this go when it still hurts to let it go. When we can still feel a sense of loss. When what we're losing is still whole, and not corrupted, and diminished, and made dreadfully sad.

Writers of memoir are storytellers, and the point of a personal story is to make a truth that resonates for you, that closes the experience around a narrative and brings it to completion.

Maybe it only took one person to open an umbrella and stick it up in the air to block out the rain, but it took a whole lot of people to close it. And even though I was pretty sure I still had a few more inches to go, I knew that once my umbrella was all the way closed, I was going to keep it like that for a long time.

It all happened so slowly, yet so extraordinarily quickly, the change to our parents, to our home, to our lives after they arrived. But that first night, when Birdie appeared on our front step with two large suitcases and a cat in a wicker box, we could never have guessed the impact she would have, the other people she would bring into our lives, that it would all end the way it did.

And I know that this will be my last sunset. this one, here, right now, on Christmas Eve, playing out in violent flames of red and gold across the horizon. And I know that these are my last moments. And that is fine. That is absolutely fine.

Some people there's no getting over.