Isaac Marion Quotes

The past is the past and besides it's passed

For me, I learned from my father that when it's over, it's over.

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

His door is closed behind me. It's staying closed. He's letting me go. I think I've made myself very clear, but no ones stepping forward to stop me. A lot of you cared, just not enough. And that...that is what i needed to find out. And I did find out. And I'm sorry.

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 don't really have a problem saying good-bye to things. All things come to an end.

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

It is never a mistake to say good-bye.

I think that you never fall out of love with somebody, you just let go and move on.

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

For me, the past is dead. Can't go back.

I never look at things again once they're done.

When I'm done with something, I'm done. I don't go back and listen to and pine for my old albums, or the Lollapalooza days, or 'Psalm 69' selling millions of records. Maybe I'm really just getting old and mellow.

I find that when I'm ready for something to end, I transition quickly. But when something ends before its time, I find it hard to move on.

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

There's a trick to the Graceful Exit. It begins with the vision to recognize when a job, a life stage, a relationship is over - and to let go. It means leaving what's over without denying its value.

I don't spend any time whatsoever thinking about what might have been.

I think we all agree, the past is over.

The past is past; what's gone on has gone on.

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.

The movie has called it closed. I'm not saying I won't ever listen to 'Les Miserables' again. But it closed the door for me. It's gone its own way.

Whatever happened in the past is in the past.

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

They're just memories now. Time to write them off.

It marked the beginning and, of course, an end. At that moment a chapter, no, a whole stage of my closed. Had I known, and had there been a spare second or two, I might have allowed myself a little nostalgia.