Quotes About Closure

I love you," she says. "I love you," I say. And then we hang up, because nothing else needs to be said after that. I want to give Zara her life back. Even if I feel I deserve something like this, I don't deserve it at her expense.

this is why we call people exes, I guess - because the paths that cross in the middle end up seperating at the end. It's too easy to see X as a cross-out. It's not, because there's no way to cross out something like that. The X is a diagram of two paths.

Now I just want it to end. I've always wanted the happy ending, but now I'll just settle for the ending.

What's gone is gone.

When the end comes, there will be important things to say, for sure. But there will also be that last laugh, and you will want it. Laughter rarely lasts longer than a few seconds, it's true. But how enjoyable those few seconds are.

Because toward the end all the words started leaving. Except for the ones that had to lock up at the end of the night.

I say good-bye to hope, but I also say goodbye to hope's disappointment.

I know I shouldn't be doing this. I know I'm poking a wound, not healing it. I know there's no way to have a future with Rhiannon. All I'm doing is extending the past by a day.

We were over and I wasn't over it.

Letting go is harder than you can imagine.

Answerless questions can destroy. Move on. - A

I realize that miss her or not missing her isn't the point. The point is that I'm still carrying around what happened as much as she is. And I need to get rid of it.

I tell him goodbye instead - a kind of goodbye that's never, ever final.

It's over when you decide it's over, she says. When you call it a night. The rest is just a matter of where the sun is in the sky.

One last song. One last turn. One last street. no matter how hard you try to keep hold of a day, it's going to leave you

You expect death to bring some new form of punctuation, but there it is: one small gasp. Period.

I've always wanted the happy ending, but now I'll just settle for the ending.

I finished and e-mailed to myself to see what it'd read like to open, and decided it looked a little loopy and that I'd been the right person to open it after all. I read him, thought about him, and I never saw him again except on television once.

Closure. I keep hearing that word. ... As soon as a show has a sense of closure, it gives you an excuse to forget you've seen the damn thing.

I've always like to think that before killing myself I'd take the time to really mess with people. By this I mean that I'd leave them things, and write letters, nice ones, apologizing for my actions and reassuring them that there was nothing they could have said or done to change my mind.

Don't get me wrong, I wish them the best. I just don't feel the need to see them again.

You'll be talking to him and he'll walk away—not angry but just sort of finished with you.

swung the door shut behind him.

Once you have made up your mind to drop a person it is most inconsiderate of them not to come within dropping distance.