Quotes About Finality

finality to no dogmatic rest, but carries out Kant's description of an Age of Criticism, in which nothing, however majestic

You may remember that on earth—though of course we never confessed it—the death of anyone we knew, even those we liked best, was always mingled with a certain satisfaction at being finally done with them.

Twat is twat and that is that.

If youth is the season of hope, it is often so only in the sense that our elders are hopeful about us; for no age is so apt as youth to think its emotions, partings, and resolves are the last of their kind. Each crisis seems final, simply because it is new. We are told that the oldest inhabitants in Peru do not cease to be agitated by the earthquakes, but they probably see beyond each shock, and reflect that there are plenty more to come.

I consciously try to end my novels at a point where I won't have to wonder about my characters ever again.

If you think of your life as a kind of computation, it's quite abundantly clear that there's not going to be a final answer and there won't be anything particularly wonderful about having the computation halt!

For me, it's enough that I have the first and last word.

Terrorism gravely threatens international peace and security, and as a solution, the power and apparent finality of force are seductive.

The last act is bloody, however pleasant all the rest of the play is: a little earth is thrown at last upon our head, and that is the end forever.

Rome has spoken; the case is closed.

The argument is at an end.

There would be no sequel to the sadness

He who has waited long enough, will wait forever. And there comes the hour when nothing more can happen and nobody more can come and all is ended but the waiting that knows itself in vain.

What I'd like now is to speak of the things that are left, say my goodbyes, finish dying.

Nothing so concentrates the mind as the sight of the gallows.

Endings to be useful must be inconclusive.

Get ready to meet your maker. It won't be long now. Kisses! A (the real one)

There was something unbearable about the damp, dark earth closing over a coffin and the still, empty flesh that was inside. She had attended a hundred funerals, but when you really loved someone there was something too final about a burial. Something brutal.

Let it be you who lean above me On my last day, Let it be you who shut my eyelids Forever and aye. Say a 'Good-night' as you have said it All of these years, With the old look, with the old whisper All without tears. You will know then all that in silence You always knew, Though I have loved, I loved no other As I love you.

How can my old photographs fail to create in me a feeling of emptiness and sorrow? They make me acutely aware that this second deprivation will be final this time.

The end crowns all, And that old common arbitrator, Time, Will one day end it.

I am that which lies beyond time. Like a melody, which sounds completely only after the last note is played.

We looked at each other for the last time; nothing is as eloquent as nothing.

I want to settle down this last time. I say last, because I don't think I'm in any condition to live a long time from now. The bell's gonna ring pretty soon.