Quotes About Closure

It's sad to know I'm done. But looking back, I've got a lot of great memories.

time made me stronger, you're no longer on my mind

Women have been conditioned to please. We are responsible not just for ourselves but everyone in our orbit. We think it is our job to comfort the man. We think we can make things better by sacrificing a bit of ourselves. But you're also right to ask. It's the first thing I tell my clients: If you're ready to end it, end it. Make a clean break and don't look back. You don't owe him anything.

We had reached the moment of final nightness.

Boo and I walked up the steps to the porch. His fingers found the doorknob. He gently released my hand, opened the door, enter inside, and shut the door behind him. I never saw him again.

Isn't it about time you got over that? Bury your dead, Jean Louise.

Let the dead bury the dead this time, Mr. Finch. Let the dead bury the dead.

Let the dead bury the dead...

Deje que los muertos entierren a los muertos. (Heck Tate)

Let the dead bury the dead, this time.

In everybody's life there's a point of no return. And in a very few cases, a point where you can't go forward anymore. And when we reach that point, all we can do is quietly accept the fact. That's how we survive.

We knew exactly what we wanted in each other. And even so, it ended. One day it stopped, as if the film simply slipped off the reel.

I'll never see them again. I know that. And they know that. And knowing this, we say farewell.

I don't want our relationship to end like this. You're one of the very few friends I have, and it hurts not being able to see you. When am I going to be able to talk to you? I want you to tell me that much, at least.

What was lost was lost. There was no retrieving it, however you schemed, no returning to how things were, no going back.

There is an instinctive withdrawal for the sake of preservation, a closure that assumes the order of completion. Winter is a season unto itself.

When people are dead, you can forgive them 'most anything.

That box contains the 'something' that was inside you. You didn't know that when you carried it here and gave it to Keiko with your own hands. Now you'll never get it back.

There's something about those secrets that only the deceased person can rightly understand. Something that can't be explained, no matter how hard you try. They're what the dead person has to take with him to his grave. Like a valuable piece of luggage.

I forgive you. And with those words, audibly, the frozen part of your heart crumbles.

All's well that ends well." "Assuming there's an end somewhere," Aomame said. Tamaru formed some short creases near his mouth that were faintly reminiscent of a smile. "There has to be an end somewhere. It's just that nothing's labeled 'This is the end.' Is the top rung of a ladder labeled 'This is the last rung. Please don't step higher than this'?

But although she interacted with so many people during the day, no one could actually say that they were close to her. There is an aloofness to the permanently heartbroken, a secrecy. There was something impenetrable about her. There was a door that she had closed, which no one could get in.

Quali che siano le lacrime che si piangono, alla fine si finisce sempre per soffiarsi il naso

A woman has her needs. What good is a mother to her poor children if she's suffering from low self-esteem and sexual frustration? If you don't get laid soon, you will literally close up. More importantly, you will shrivel. And you will become bitter.