Quotes About Finality

Ho, ho! from all your furthest bounds, pour ye now in, ye bold billows of my whole foregone life, and top this one piled comber of my death! Towards thee I roll, thou all-destroying but unconquering whale; to the last I grapple with thee; from hell's heart I stab at thee; for hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee.

And the drawing near of Death, which alike levels all, alike impresses all with a last revelation, which only an author from the dead could adequately tell.

I wonder if – as I tumble towards the waves – I'll have time to get the iPhone out, hit Facebook and change my status to 'Dead'.

Well, it is always easier to succeed at death.

The bitch is dead now.

But there was only one inevtiable end, and there was nothing they could do but go towards it.

In death, they all looked the same. This morning they spoke, they breathed, they kissed their loved ones good-bye. And now they lay dead. Gone forever.

It doesn't matter if I'm the first. It only matters that I'll be the last

'It is finished' is the triumphant cry that what I came to do has been done. All is accomplished, completed, fulfilled work.

Death, the final, triumphant lover.

Pinhead needed to say goodbye. He had a farewell speech to make. It was truly as simple as that.

Death is like my car. It takes me where I want to go.

In a moment, when I'm ready, I will turn off this computer and that will be it. This letter will be finished. A part of me doesn't want to stop writing to you, but I need to. For both of us.

The town is silent. The night boils with eleven stars. Oh starry starry night! This is how I want to die.

The truth. The dead want nothing else. It is the only thing that they require.

The only kind office performed for us by our friends of which we never complain is our funeral; and the only thing which we most want, happens to be the only thing we never purchase--our coffin.

Some things went beyond a single man's life, and maybe justice existed outside the minds of humanity, beyond even the hungry eyes of gods and goddesses, a thing shining and pure and final.

To draw a weapon is to announce an end to uncertainty.

There are ways of leaving. The worst of these is also the most final.

Some things went beyond a single man's life, and maybe justice existed outside the minds of humanity, beyond even the hungry eyes of gods and goddesses, a thing shining and pure and final.

To stand in the heart of Dragnipur, to stand above the very Gate of Darkness, this was, for Anomander Rake, a most final act. Perhaps it was desperation. Or a sacrifice beyond all mortal measure.

Empuñar la espada es el último acto de un hombre desesperado.

You can shake your fist all you want but dead is dead.

Now, after all this time, he was able to realize that every path eventually, inevitably dwindled into a single line of footsteps. There, leading to the very edge. Then…gone. And so, he faced only what every mortal faced. The solitude of death, and oblivion's final gift that was indifference.