Quotes About Closure

You…you need to move on," I managed. Yes, that was a sound reason. "You need to find someone else. You know I don't—that I can't. Well, you know. You're wasting your time with me." He remained firm. "It's my time to waste.

Do you really want him to get over you?

How do you say goodbye to someone who isn't exactly gone.

Once we lost Clive the Glide it was all over.

That's animals, same thing doesn't happen to people does it? That's gonna happen to me someday, too? No, not me. I ain't dying. I don't care what they say, I ain't dying. I'm not lying on my back under the ground in everlasting darkness. Not me. I'm not closing my eyes. If I close my eyes, I might not open them.

A dead person's clothes should be given away or burned; nothing should be kept that does not inspire happy memories.

Forget the pat, let the dead burry the dead.

Twelve years had passed, and now he'd come full circle. The whole business had started here, and here it must end. That was simple justice.

She looked at our hands, twined there in her lap. "I know you want to help me through this. You already have, and I'm grateful, but you can't help me anymore." She tugged at my hand, and when I looked over I think she was trying not to cry. "I will not have my life defined by triangles. It's not fair to you, and it's not fair to me. Richard is my mistake, and I have to live with it." I didn't know what to say.

Pike was silent for a moment, then simply hung up. To expect more was to be disappointed. Everett's

Everything happens for a reason, Samuel. Never forget that. Have faith in God's will." Then she closed her eyes. They would be the last words she ever spoke to me.

All fled—all done, so lift me on the pyre— The Feast is over, and the lamps expire.

world won't shed a tear.

When you finish a poem, it clicks shut like the top of a jewel box, but prose is endless. I haven't experienced an awful lot of clicking shut!

He wants to see Daddy before he's gone. They never cared for each other before. It's how people are when somebody's dying. They want to forget the past. Forgive things. Just so he doesn't upset him.

And if it went, if the murderer was caught, they would have to face all over again the stark early morning truth that it solved nothing, that Sabine was still lost for ever.

As far as I know, he never asked where she had been or why she had left and she never told. I guess some stories do not need telling.

Infilai la foto dove l'avevo trovata. Mi resi conto che quei pensieri non mi avevano ferito. Chiudendo la porta della stanza mi chiesi se quello fosse il modo in cui sboccia il perdono, non con le fanfare di una epifania, ma con il dolore che, nel cuore della notte, fa i bagagli e si allontana senza nemmeno avvisare.

Closing Sohrab's door, I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded, not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.

Closing Sohrab's door, I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded, not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.

A film closed over the past as she spoke, a barrier as brittle and fragile as ice forming. It would grow and strengthen. It would become impenetrable, opaque.

Nick as in my former boyfriend Nick. Ex-rat, ex-boyfriend, ex-alive if I ever got hold of him Nick.

Something in me hardened, and the last of my feelings for Nick died.

Anytime people do something consciously for the last time, Samuel Johnson is reported to have remarked, they feel sad.