Quotes About Closure

Meant to be?' It's just something people say so that they don't have to look at all the things they did wrong and wish they could take back. Only by the time they figure that out, it's too late.

YouÂ''ve got to understand that everything has its time. I had wonderful years as a boxer, I achieved everything. I donÂ't miss anything.

If it's time for you to go, leave willingly - as you would to accomplish anything that can be done with grace and honor.

Some wounds should be healed, no matter how much time has passed or how much time is left.

for some reason, dying men always ask the question they know the answer to. perhaps it's so they can die being right.

She closes the door completely, and I crouch there. I allow myself to fall forward and rest my head on the door frame. My breath bleeds. My heartbeat drowns my ears.

Only from the truth of being can the essence of the holy be thought... Perhaps what is distinctive about this world-epoch consists in the closure of the dimension of the holy. Perhaps that is the only unholy malignancy.

Sometimes when we see that we only have a few pages left we slow down, savoring each word, staving off the inevitable.

She was nearly seventy years old. There was no time left for regret or misgivings, no time for dreams of what might have been.

I understood that he left me at the end of his long life just as naturally as the leaves fall from the trees.

You never know how much you share with someone until the sharing ends.

why did you do it? i search and search and i search, and i can't understand it, Willy. I made the last payment on the house today. Today, dear. And there'll be nobody home. we're free and clear. we're free. we're free... We're free...

Morta la vecchia, debito saldato.

Not death. Just the end of living.

Who can know from the word goodbye what kind of parting is in store for us?

Spending one's final days in an ICU because of terminal illness is for most people a kind of failure. You lie attached to a ventilator, your every organ shutting down, your mind teetering on delirium and permanently beyond realizing that you will never leave this borrowed, fluorescent place. The end comes with no chance for you to have said good-bye or "It's okay" or "I'm sorry" or "I love you.

La gente quiere compartir sus recuerdos, transmitir su sabiduría y sus objetos personales, arreglar las relaciones, establecer sus legados, ponerse en paz con Dios y asegurarse de que las personas que deja atrás van a estar bien. Quieren finalizar su historia en sus propios términos.

I remember, no matter how impossible it seemed that any given day would end, it always did. This one would, too.

And then just as suddenly, I felt absolutely nothing. It was like a door quickly opened, showing me what horrible feelings I had inside, and then slammed shut again so I wouldn't have to actually face them. In many ways I felt I was living the life of a doctor in the ER. I was learning to block out all emotions in order to deal with the situation.

I felt absolutely nothing. It was like a door quickly opened, showing me what horrible feelings I had inside, and then slammed shut again so I wouldn't have to actually face them.

I just don't want you to worry about me, or think you've met me, or waste your time anymore.

I'm so sorry that I wasted your time because you really do mean a lot to me and I hope you have a very nice life because I really think you deserve it. I really do. I hope you do, too. Okay, then. Goodbye.

And I really was sorry. And I know that she believed me. But when that didn't make any difference, and there was nothing but a bad silence on the phone, I really knew it was too late.

It wasn't pretty, that much was true. But it looked like an ending. Neat. Complete.