Quotes About Finality

No había día del juicio, no había una explicación final, no había ningún momento luminoso en el cual todos los terribles errores cometidos fueran corregidos y todos los horrores fueran compensados. Las brujas quemadas en la hoguera no serían vengadas jamás. ¡Nadie iba a decirnos nunca nada!

the shutting of the coffin is always disturbing. It is rather like going under a modern anesthetic on an operating table. Even a casual mistake on the part of an intruder might mean death.

The beginning is no longer important. What matters is that the end may be at hand.

His eyes were on me and I didn't have the slightest intention of looking away. Nevertheless, I looked him up and down because I couldn't help it, and becuase he was as breathtaking as he has always described himself to be. and I had to see him, truly see him, even if he was to be the last thing I ever saw.

death, no matter how often and regularly I am the cause of it.

Death is the collapse of time.

The trouble with dying is you don't get to stay around and see how everything turns out.

Write as if you were dying.

Like the coffin was settling down for a long, long nap, for a forever nap.

You're omniscient, right? For the most part, yes. Then you have to tell me this 'cause I have to know. What's at the end of everything? He shrugged. That's easy enough. Then tell me. The letter G.

Life as an end is qualitatively different from life as a means.

Of human life, the most glorious or humble prospects are alike and soon bounded by the sepulchre.

Life is definitely not a rehearsal, this is it.

Death is just another stage of life, although the one you kind of hope comes last.

One day I will have to forgive life for ending, I tell myself. I will have to learn how to let life be life with its unbearable finality ... just be what it is.

Black is like the silence of the body after death, the close of life.

His eyes glazed over there on the grass of the drainage gully just behind the fence that ran along the back of his yard. In his last moments, he only wanted to go home.

You never know what's hit you. A gunshot is the perfect way. (When asked how he would choose to die)

And then the world turned red, then black. And there was nothing any more.

tiris the bittersweet awareness that all things must end.

Death comes to all of us in the end.

breath—the last thing

Whenever we think we have final answers progress, science, and better understanding ceases.

A warrior kind of finality fills me with an emotion I almost don't recognize.