Quotes About Closure

He pulled the door closed and the wind became just the slightest rush of air against the rolled-up windows. There was suddenly a pleasant warmth. Their voices, suddenly, seemed rich and sure now that they could speak quietly, now that their words were no longer scattered by the buffeting wind.

The job she had to do, as she saw it, was to remember everything—and by "remember" she meant experience it in her mind, one more time—then store it away forever. This day's experience set in order, none of it left ragged or lying about, all of it gathered in like treasure and finished with, set aside.

Last night it had been my father who had finally said it: She's never coming home. A clear and easy piece of truth that everyone who had ever known me had accepted. But he needed to say it, and she needed to hear him say it.

I watched my beautiful sister running . . . and I knew she was not running away from me or toward me. Like someone who has survived a gut-shot, the wound had been closing, closing - braiding into a scar for eight long years.

When the dead are done with the living, the living can go on to other things.

You're dead and you have to accept it.

They would go back to their homes and put me to rest, a letter from the past never reopened or reread.

When was it all right to let go not only of the dead but of the living—to learn to accept?

Oh sweetheart, do you really think if you seal it up, that the pain's gonna go away?

When the dead are done with the living," Franny said to me, "the living can go on to other things.

No one knew how he continued to do what he did, while simultaneously they wanted him to shut all signs of his grief away, place it in a file somewhere and tuck it in a drawer that no one would be asked to open again.

I wish I had known enough to do the same...tell her I loved her on that last day.

There's no return from this, no way we will ever come back together again. She tried to accept this clarity as a gift.

Ik deed de deur tussen ons dicht. Niemand heeft me ooit gewaarschuwd dat het zo veel energie zou vergen om die deur dicht te houden! Of dat ik me aan de andere kant ervan zo eenzaam zou voelen.

the most resplendent sun setteth at last in a western cloud.

No more to say, and nothing to weep for

You can't go back. You can't have what was stolen. Just forget...

maybe it's only fitting that relationship that started with a lie would end with one.

All times are end times for someone.

For me, a lifelong bookworm, there was nothing quite so awful as the thought of dying fifty pages from the end of a good novel.

There's nothing to be afraid of. We're just saying goodbye.

At long last, I felt a sense of accomplishment and a sense of closure. In the secret places of my very small heart, I had long entertained dreams of coming back in my next life as a moron.

I don't know it's such a good idea to dig up the past like an old grave. What's in it might stink.

And now,"she said, raising her hand for a cab, "your wish has been granted. You may go home and forget I ever existed."A taxi swung up to the curb. "Whatever happens next is not on your conscience." "Wait,"I said. "Gobi . . ." She leaned forward, kissing me briefly on the mouth. "Au revoir, Perry." "Wait,"I said. But she didn't. She climbed into the taxi. She didn't look back.