Quotes About Closure

Which was precisely what I had to do. Go away. Get out of this house and his life while I still had a shred of dignity left.

She could not attend her university, which was closed; she could not earn money, because public work for women, save a few specialized jobs, was forbidden; she couldn't even go on a walk through the neighborhood and watch the finches dart from tree to tree.

When my tears were finally spent, I felt a calmness wash over me. I felt the circle finally close.

This is it, Barack," Michelle said. "One last time. But don't expect me to do any campaigning. In fact, you shouldn't even count on my vote.

I signed an executive order banning torture and launched what was supposed to be a year-long process to close the U.S. military detention center in Guantanamo Bay, Cuba.

I had called my most recent ex-husband.

People like to dig up the bodies, anguish over mistakes. What's the point? The water's poisoned. There's no cleaning it up after it's done. The only thing you can do is walk away—and set fire to your bridges.

I'd tried all the options with Mom and had only one place left to go on her. Cold.

She breathed in slowly; this was what she had, the beauty of this awful night. She listened for small yips in the distance, something to put in her heart besides the lost phoebes and the dread of another full moon rising with no more small celebrations from her body ever again. She kept herself still and tried to think of coyote children emerging from the forest's womb with their eyes wide open while the finite possibilities of her own children closed their eyes, finally, on this world.

I sighed. Two goodbyes in one night. It was depressing. And it wasn't as though I had a whole Rolodex full of friends. But no sense being sentimental about it. Sentiment is stupid.

I wish I'd told her I loved her. It bothers me that I didn't. I'd been so close, and then I'd held back. I tell myself it would have made no difference, and I believe that's true. But at least then she would have known.

It took at least three hundred years of debate before the question of the canon even began to reach closure. The decisions that were eventually made were not handed down from on high, and they did not come right away. The canon was the result of a slow and often painful process, in which lots of disagreements were aired and different points of view came to be expressed, debated, accepted, and suppressed.

Love has teeth; they bite; the wounds never close. No word, no combination of words, can close those lovebites. It's the other way around, that's the joke.

Grief is like a drunken houseguest, always coming back for one more goodbye hug.

The goodbyes we speak and the goodbyes we hear are the goodbyes that tell us we're still alive, after all.

Leaving for the night, it came to me. What I should have told her. Life goes on - that's what I should have said. That's what you say to people when a loved one dies. But, thinking it over, I was glad I didn't. Because maybe that's what she was afraid of.

And if there are no cars or planes, and if no one's Uncle John is out in the wood lot west of town banging away at a quail or pheasant; if the only sound is the slow beat of your own heart, you can hear another sound, and that is the sound of life winding down to its cyclic close, waiting for the first winter snow to perform last rites.

Now let the gate of sorrow be closed behind me, and let it be sealed with tar and pitch.

the sunlight closed behind them like an unregainable door.

Dreams always end before you kill the last person.

Let the past bury its dead.  Easier said than done.

At some point the living must let go of the dead.

I was at a Byron Katie seminar once when I heard her say something I never forgot. She said, "Do you know what I love most about the past? It's over!

He closed her eyes and she slept. The people of the Crowd watched her, while somewhere else sailors read the memory of her face, the compass of mazes.