Quotes About Closure

Lo hecho, hecho estaba, y él tendría que vivir con ello. La muerte sería una liberación de todo aquello con lo que tenía que vivir.

Good-bye, Lois, and I forgive for you everything I did to you.

Good-bye, Lois, and I forgive you for everything I did to you.

As the dinner neared an end

We'll never say good-bye to each other. We'll just smile and go.

I shall always end my stories happily.

cubriré el pasado con el manto del olvido».

The best to do with a death was to move on from it.

It struck her that endings were never as you would expect them to be.

He began to wish that somehow things could have been rounded off a little better. Of course he knew death was no respecter. People just dropped when they dropped, whether they had rounded things off or not.

They're finished," Bigfoot said. "We've all got a finishing point. These boys have just come to theirs.

It's a terrible thing to know everything about someone long after you want to.

É terrível saber tudo sobre alguém quando já não queremos saber nada sobre ela há muito tempo.

Then he stands up and starts to head out, the way he came. And it's then that he says the one thing that only he would say to me. "The could-have-been boys still love you," Owen says. He isn't looking at me when he says it, his voice low. The way you say hello. The way you say goodbye.

That's the brutality of a breakup, isn't it? The people leaving think they did everything possible, the people left behind think what is possible hasn't even been tested yet.

Reed imagined that having your child murdered was about the only thing worse than having to exhume your child's remains to bring the killer to justice.

I hated missing the end of anything. I was always convinced that the bit I'd miss would be the best part.

I didn't look back, and I didn't try to kiss him good-bye. I think if I'd tried to touch him, he 'd have hurt me. I don't mean struck me, but there are a thousand ways to hurt someone you love that have nothing to do with physical violence.

And here's something else I learned: you lose some people that way—fast and blinding. But some people inch away from you slowly, in barely discernible steps. In the end it almost doesn't matter. They're just as gone.

He was fed up with me by then; I knew that: the way my sadness was a suit of armor. How securely I kept him out.

I am not going to think about it. It was ugly, but it's over, and I'm not going to think about it.

The gloaming that closed over us the cemetery had crawled inside his skin.

When Heather sees what I have done, she bursts into tears again, sobbing that it isn't my fault. My stomach is killing me. Her room isn't big enough for this much emotion. I leave without saying goodbye.

THE END OF a case is always long, tedious, and anticlimactic