Jay Asher Quotes

It's too late and it's too bad, don't think of me.

As I settled down to sleep in that new bed in the dark city, I saw that it was too late now, too late for everything. I would not be given a second chance. In the hours when I woke, I have to tell you that this struck me almost with relief.

Let them go, I tell myself. Say good-bye and forget them. I do my best, thinking of them one by one, releasing them like birds from the protective cages inside me, locking the doors against their return.

You can't regret anything - it's over with.

Standing here, in this quiet house where I can hear the birds chirping out back, I think I’m kind of getting the concept of closure. It’s no big dramatic before-after. It’s more like that melancholy feeling you get at the end of a really good vacation. Something special is ending, and you’re sad, but you can’t be that sad because, hey, it was good while it lasted, and there’ll be other vacations, other good times.

I'm starting to think, though, that some things never get that. The replay, and all. So at some point you have to make peace with it as it is, not keep waiting for a chance to change it

Maybe some things are better left broken and scattered Veiled in darkness, secret bitterness and self-doubt I should have known better Than to start something that I couldn't finish That I couldn't care about That I couldn't remember starting in the first place I don't want to know you You went years without me You might as well keep going.

It was fun, but it's over now. This is how things go.

The past is a closed door.

I know you want me back. It's time to face the facts. That I'm the one that's got away. Lord knows that it would take another place, another time, another world, another life. Thank God I found the good in goodbye.

And that's when I know it's over. As soon as you start thinking about the beginning, it's the end.

I want to be done, and actually, go "I had a good run. No regrets. I'm ready to step aside."

I think you'd best make your peace with the past since you've come this far. I think you know by now that you won't go back again.

He’s gone, Harry told himself. He’s gone. He had to keep thinking it as he washed and dressed, as though repetition would dull the shock of it. He’s gone and he’s not coming back. And that was the simple truth of it, Harry knew, because their protective enchantments meant that it would be impossible, once they vacated this spot, for Ron to find them again.

When something's over with me, it's over.

I've had no contact with my daughter for years. That's her choice. Anyway, you move on. If people don't want to bother with me, fine. You know, God bless them, and move on.

What was past was past. I suppose that was the general attitude.

There are those who leave without our needing to detain them; we have said all there is to say.

I think we all agree, the past is over.

I'm one of those people where, if I go back and look at it, I'm going to feel like, 'I wish I would have... ' I need to just leave it on the floor. What's done is done.

Things die for a reason, and in Bungle's case, it was a lot of reasons. It was great while it lasted but not something I'd go crawling back to.

I can't dwell on the past. It's over, there's nothing I can do about it.

It was over now, and the meaningless world was tolerable and need not be explained. And never would it be, and how foolish I had ever been to think so.

We had a good run, and now it’s over; what’s wrong with that?