Quotes About Finality

It wasn't pretty, that much was true. But it looked like an ending. Neat. Complete.

Eternity is a long time, especially towards the end.

Eternity is a very long time, especially towards the end.

Everyone should have this, he thought, and perhaps, at the end, everyone does. Perhaps in their time of dying, everyone rises.

And suddenly it didn't seem to matter any more, nothing would matter if she could turn over, turn over and see the stars, turn over and look once and die.

Case fuckin closed.

Gravity is the anchor that pulls us down into our graves.

What must it be like for a suicide coming down from a high ledge? I'm sure it must be a very sane feeling. That's probably why they scream all the way down.

Death is inevitable destiny.

If death blew a trumpet each time he was coming, there would be no one to greet him on arrival.

One thing, however, is certain in life. No one survives it.

And it was suddenly very simple: There was no choice.

7. Resolved, Never to do any thing, which I should be afraid to do if it were the last hour of my life.

Except that death collected everyone. Death is like that. Relentlessly efficient.

You will be late for your own funeral.

The bristling eyebrows shot up in mock surprise. Mesmerized, the boy watched them disappear under the hanging thatch of white hair. There, almost coyly, they remained just out of sight for a moment, before suddenly descending with a terrible finality and weight.

What it must feel like, I thought, to look at something, anything really, and know that it's for the last time?

You never know when it will be the last time you'll see your father, or kiss your wife, or play with your little brother, but there's always a last time. If you could remember every last time, you'd never stop grieving.

aunque en realidad sería más exacto decir que más bien ha sido el mundo el que ha ido quemando etapas y viajando directo hacia su grandioso final y funeral, ya anunciado por esos versos de Yeats

Al final será verdad que el fin del mundo no está tan lejos. En realidad se ha visto venir siempre que ese fin no podía estar muy lejos. Mientras lo esperan, los seres humanos se entretienen celebrando funerales, pequeñas imitaciones del gran final por venir.

She closed her eyes and in her last moment felt only warmth. Only love.

You know already that I will kill you one day. Your last breath will be gasped beneath my paws. Your last drop of blood will be spilled on my fur. Stones will break and the sky will fall when we meet in our final battle.

The cold that gripped her seemed at last to let her go. She closed her eyes and in her last moment felt only warmth. Only love.

Rippleclaw dipped his head. "Should I carry Hailstar back to camp?" Crookedjaw shook his head. "I will." Brambleberry raised one paw to stop him. "You can't. You're hurt." "It's only a few nips." Crookedjaw was too numb to feel anything. He crouched down while Rippleclaw and Owlfur dragged the RiverClan leader onto his back, then forced his legs to straighten to begin Hailstar's final journey home. Crookedjaw