Quotes About Closure

You never knew the last time you were seeing someone. You didn't know when the last argument happened, or the last time you had sex, or the last time you looked into their eyes and thanked God they were in your life. After they were gone? That was all you thought about. Day and night.

You never knew the last time you were seeing someone. You didn't know when the last argument happened, or the last time you had sex, or the last time you looked into their eyes and thanked God they were in your life. After they were gone? That was all you thought about. Day and night.

But it was the kind of story that doesn't go away after the first time you tell it so you have to tell it over and over until it goes away for good. If it ever can.

And if it doesn't go like that? – Then all your problems will be over and you won't have a thing to worry.

It all ends in tears anyway.

Just something else to let go of.

I didn't reach out, and she was gone.

After the first death there is no other.' Do

If this moment was a sentence, I'd be the period.

If this moment was a sentence, I'd be the period.

Begin at the beginning," Miss Perkins urged. "And when you get to the end, stop.

Por eso se fue, ya había hecho su trabajo.

Lost. The therapist made it sound as if the person could be found. As if death wasn't final and irrevocable.

Her mom's voice trembled as she read aloud: "We lost our beloved Sandy yesterday, 10 A.M. Stop. She died peacefully — no pain. Stop. We're flying her home to West Virginia for burial. Stop. Package for Dawn to follow. Stop. The Chandlers.

She can't say to herself that it is really over, even though anyone else would say it was over, since he has moved to another city, hasn't been in touch with her in more than a year, and is married to another woman.

There is something about knowing you are not safe in sleep that gives a person bad dreams. The expectation of being woken every night — that feeling of insecurity and dread I remember carrying around with me as my marriage was drawing to a close, like a rotting smell I couldn't find the source of, shit I didn't know I stepped in. The subconscious starts sending messages: Be vigilant. Don't relax. Here's a boogeyman or two to keep your nerves on edge.

If the ending is messy, one doesn't remember anything good about any of it.

It's almost a mission for some people - to forget.

Just because we extend forgiveness doesn't mean we keep that person in our close-knit circle.

I went to him & put my Hand upon his Shoulder. Said he to me, "God forgive me. Her Name — I never knew her Name." Which meant not a Jot to me — and yet my Heart was the Thing that broke.

My idea of life, it's what happens when they're rolling the credits.

His sonata for piano and violin, he first piece of music he had written in twenty-three years, was finished, he could not do more. He made a clean copy, isnged his name and wrote the date, May, 27, 1989, and the title, The Sun Shines on the People's Square. He put the copy in an envelope to send to Kai. [...] He saw himself walking out of the room, this alleyway, this city, without turning back. The following morning, he put on his uniform and returned to work

It is done. I will think of them no more. I cast them out and I am finished.

Not Heaven itself upon the past has power, But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.