Quotes About Closure

He added beneath his name a single word: "Finis.

If this long island story of ours is to end at last, let it end only when each of us lies choking

The frontier may indeed have closed at last, as Frederick Jackson Turner proclaimed in his history-making speech at the fair, but for that moment it stood there glittering in the sun like the track of a spent tear.

Seriously, Dad…a peach pit?" "This subject is closed, Erika.

It wasn't satisfying to be the one to leave. But it was a lot better than being the one who was left.

You see, amnesia is usually the result of mental unbalance. It's an attempt on the part of the mind to escape from something that the mind either can't cope with or doesn't want to cope with. It's a refuge. It's the means a man uses to close the door of his mind on something that may lead to insanity.

A few minutes of fear, a few seconds of anguish, and it is over.

To be able to say: I loved this person, we had a hell of a nice time together, it's over but in a way it will never be over and I do know that I for sure loved this person, to be able to say that and mean it, that's rare, señor. That's rare and valuable." — Ernest Hemingway, from The Complete Short Stories 

I don't like to leave anything,' the man said. 'I don't like to leave things behind.

He held her close and hard and inside himself he said goodbye and then goodbye and goodbye.

Every true story ends in death.

It was not her fault that when he went to her he was already over

Si eso es así, hubiera preferido pasar esta última noche de una manera distinta. Pero las últimas noches nunca son buenas. No son nunca buenas las últimas nadas. Sí, las últimas palabras son buenas a veces.

To be able to say: I loved this person, we had a hell of a nice time together, it's over but in a way it will never be over and I do know that I for sure loved this person, to be able to say that and mean it, that's rare…That's rare and valuable.

Kui kergeks küll muutub süda, kui tead, et kõik on läbi, kui tead, et oled võidetud.

Now I don't give a shit I lost him, David said. I don't care about the records. I just thought I did. I'm glad that he's all right and that I'm all right. We aren't enemies. I'm glad you told us, Thomas Hudson said. Thank you very much, Mr. Davis for what you said when I first lost him, David said with his eyes still shut. Thomas Hudson never knew what it was that Roger had said to him.

pain gathering up its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night," to borrow the words of Khaled Hosseini.3

It was in a place where the days would go by and surprise anyone that they were over.

There was a deep boom, like the rolling in of an ocean wave. The hearse door had been slammed shut.

No more memories, no more silent tears. No more gazing across the wasted years. Help me say goodbye.

What happens at the end of a story? Something changes, or it doesn't. I like it best when things just stop.

This man accepted his loss a long time ago, now he's just trying to make sure it's okay to put it all to rest.

The visit, like all visits home for a long time now, has been an obscure failure. When is it we cease to be able to go back, truly go back? What secret door is it that closes?

I'd realized that the surest way forward was to burn all the bridges behind.