Quotes About Closure

I'll break my staff,Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,And, deeper than did ever plummet sound,I'll drown my book.

Things without all remedyShould be without regard: what's done is done.

Men shut their doors against a setting sun.

He that dies pays all debts.

The end of life cancels all bands.

What's done can't be undone.

The case is closed, Mr. Poldark. You will kindly step down." "Otherwise," said Dr. Halse, "we will have you committed for contempt of court." Ross bowed slightly. "I can only assure you, sir, that such a committal would be a reading of my inmost thoughts.

Der Schluß ist dann so wie alle wirklichen Schlüsse im Leben: banal, wortlos, überwältigend.

If you read a novel to the end, then it's over. I would never want to do something as wasteful as that. I'd much rather keep it here with me, safe and sound, forever.

If you read a novel to the end, then it's over. I would never want to do something as wasteful as that. I'd much rather keep it here with me, safe and sound, forever.

Il est des choses qui nous dépassent. Les contester ne nous mènerait nulle part. Les traquer nous perdrait à jamais. Il faut mettre une croix sur ce qui est fini si l'on veut se réinventer ailleurs.

Don't keep fighting battles that are already lost.

Best to leave quietly, and no reunions. Move on, and look to the future. Plenty more faces out there.

Like I said, I'm fine. I don't ever think of her.' And I didn't ever think of her, except from time to time.

And then it was over

Bye, Em.' 'Bye, Dex.' 'Goodbye.' 'Goodbye. Goodbye

And then she frowned, and shook her head, then put her arms around him once more, pressing her face into his shoulder, making a noise that sounded almost like rage. 'What's up?' he asked. 'Nothing. Oh, nothing. Just...' She looked up at him. 'I thought I'd finally got rid of you.' 'I don't think you can.' he said

The things you've done and the things you've said; the fists you've raised and the bruises you've kissed, everything has finally come together and will now stay together.

And here's the thing about outbreaks: They end. In some cases they end after many years, in other cases they end rather soon.

Perhaps we become accustomed to our grief and, as it becomes increasingly familiar, increasingly part of the emotional landscape, it becomes a dullness. But there is no closure, no forgetting. One mourns those one has loved who have died until one joins them. It happens soon enough.

Nic is writing 'I am sorry', and I want to cry. No, I think, don't let him in again. No don't let him in again. No don't let him in again.

But you know, I don't think I would be so scared to die. I think it's like today—the end of a vacation, when you are ready to go home.

As I look across at the camera for the final time, I think back to Poirot's last words to Hastings on Friday. 'Cher ami,' I said softly, as he was leaving Poirot to rest. That phrase meant an enormous amount to me, which is why I repeated it after he had shut the door behind him. But my second 'cher ami' in that scene was for someone other than Hastings. It was for my dear, dear friend Poirot. I was saying goodbye to him as well, and I felt it with all my heart.

When Hercule Poirot died on that late November afternoon in 2012, a part of me died with him.