Quotes About Closure

Okay, that really shouldn't have happened. And we're not going to talk about that, right? Ever?" "Right," she said. She felt like there was light dripping from her fingertips. Spilling out of her toes. She felt full of light, in fact, warm buttery sunlight. "Never happened." He opened his mouth, then closed it, and closed his eyes. "Claire—" "I know." "Lock the door," he said.

Better to end this dream before it becomes a nightmare.

It's over when you decide it's over, Norah says. When you call it a night. The rest is just a matter of where the sun is in the sky. That has nothing to do with us.

Game over," you say, and I don't know which I take more exception to—the fact that you say that it's over, or the fact that you say it's a game. It's only over when one of us keeps the notebook for good. It's only a game if there is an absence of meaning. And we've already gone too far for that.   Only

When is a night over? Is it the start of sunrise or the end of it? Is it when you finally go to sleep or simply when you realize that you have to? When the club closes or when everyone leaves?

The story that had once singed and flared in her had long since receded, as her habit of silence turned, over the decades, into law. Did she mean to take it to the grave with her, then? Plainly, that was what she was going to do. She was going to take it to the grave. And it would end there. Dust.

She returns to her house and locks the thick oak door.

The tape runs out. The recorder clicks off automatically.

I wondered if he thought of me or if he'd put me out of his heart as effectively as he'd put me out of his life.

The movie's not over till everybody's dead.

Endings are the most important part of stories. They grow inevitably from the stories themselves.

How am I supposed to let you go, that's all I'm asking. I want to hold you again, smell you, and, yes too, I just want you to fade. To please, please fade...

and it blew open a chamber of her heart that refuses to close no matter how hard she presses down on it.

Once you have been able to forgive, the final step is to either renew or release the relationship you have with the one who has harmed you. Indeed, even if you never speak to the person again, even if you never see them again, even if they are dead, they live on in ways that affect your life profoundly.

I would love to know who killed my father. So would my brother." Her next words stunned me and left me breathless. "We want to forgive them. We want to forgive, but we don't know who to forgive.

Many of the lost will be found, eventually, dead or alive. Disappearances, after all, have explanations.

I will not mourn him alone tonight," he said roughly, and closed the door.

Ring the bell, close the book, quench the candle

I don't see divorce as a failure. I see it as the end to a story. In a story, everything has an end and a beginning.

I usually get out of my roles easily when dramas end.

Ease up, the play is over.

He ended it. He just said he didn't - he - well, what he said was that he didn't feel it was right, and you know, I mean that's - because he ended it, he'd probably have to be the one to answer that.

I think, generally, romantic stories end with people together. But I'd like a story that ends, like, hopefully but not necessarily neatly.

A pity we hadn't had time to say all the things we wanted to each other.