Quotes About Closure

Here lies the reader who will never open this book. He is here forever dead.

I try not to cry, because it doesn't seem to make any difference. And whenever I do, I shut my eyes to make it stop.

Sometimes a story just needs an ending, and I used to not be a creative enough person to think of an ending to a romantic story that isn't a wedding or a death. This story didn't end in fireworks, because the truth is, fireworks are something from my twenties. I could have made fireworks, but I chose to make a nuanced memory of a person who is neither a hero nor a villain in my life. All I had to do now was move on.

We will never come home to each other again and we will never again have each other's undivided attention. That version of our friendship is over forever.

I'll get you, you clique-y sons of bitches," I thought. You know what? I never did get them. I'm just realizing now. I should totally still get them.

The drama of life begins with a wail and ends with a sigh.

Truques insistentment a moltes portes però ja saps que no hi haurà resposta. Doncs bé, que cadascú recullo el seu cadàver i, si pot, miri de fer-se un enterrament digne, presentable.

There were a series of closing kisses, goodbye kisses, kisses placed like lids on boxes—then the lid would pop off and need to be replaced. There, this is the final kiss—no, this is the final kiss. This one is, it really is. And now I'm just kissing that kiss good night.

We all lose somebody we care about and want to find some comforting way of dealing with it, something that will give us a little closure, a little peace.

Have you ever lost someone you love and wanted one more conversation, one more chance to make up for the time when you thought they would be here forever? If so, then you know you can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back.

He would not come again. This was good. No. This was bad. At least it was an end.

I'd been right, even when I was in fourth grade and saw Sarah Keeler lying in her coffin: When you're dead, no one can hurt you. (228)

People don't write their own endings'" he said. "Well, I'm planning on writing mine.

Essentially, the tragedy of past revolutions has been that, sooner or later, their doors closed, "at ten in the evening.

Only death can calm the mind completely.

Death's the discarder.

Some wounds should be healed, no matter how much time has passed or how much time is left.

Deciding she couldn't really be bothered searching for the illusive closures, she was sitting quietly in bed when he returned. He halted for a second. "I'm surprised to find that you obeyed an order." "I'm not unreasonable...so long as the order is reasonable.

When she closed the door, she took the happiness with her.

Squeezing him tight once more, she turned and walked away. He was right to do it this way. Whatever they had, the sweet, shining promise she could still see hovering on the horizon, it deserved to be left whole, instead of being crushed under the weight of unmet expectations.

But God's grace is with us every step of the way. As each chapter of our lives ends, as every door closes, He is standing right there. Whether we are innocently unaware of the preciousness of a moment or if we are all too well aware that it is the last time, God is with us.

restaurants and shops close and it becomes a ghost town"—their words of warning only made the sisters

The only way for me to survive with some dignity and recapture a corner of my sanity was to shut down the compartment that contained the painful memories, the insults, and the lies.

It is not a lonely feeling, but just as I am always sad to close the cover on a book, I feel I have finished with this part of my life and will have to begin a new book.