Quotes About Finality

The end is important in all things.

life without the finitude of death—the inconceivable finality of one's own death—would be intolerable.

When death visits, it's every man for himself.

Death doesn't ever look at shoulda, though, does it? Death looks at nothing. It just does what it's meant to do.

essay on the language of the dying

No. I will never get him back. So then dead is best.

There was no choice, ultimately.

Go on, shoot me. And he goes down with me and you win. Go on. I'm dead anyway. I always was, right? I just couldn't tell until now.

What does he mean, to drive them to a place that allows no return?

Let me die. Let me follow the others,

His last words were: "Oblivion that has no end."135

When you go somewhere and think it will be your last time there, you always appreciate the beauty of it even more and want to crystallise emotions that you will keep with you forever.

I always feel like every song is the last song.

Sooner or later everything has to come to an end.

If somebody actually came to me and said, 'O.K., this is it: write your last 'South Park' episodes,' I'd be like, 'No, no, no.'

Even post true death memories carried on the waves of universal energy will defy the faux perception of finality.

The last word of love is ... goodbye.

I love you. Let's get this over with.

His eyes close, and he draws a long breath. When they open again, they're colder than ever. "And that's where you'd be disappointed, Lou.There is no good to be found in Death.

HOME, which is the last floor for everyone.

He was lying there on his death bed, and he asked for her as his last wish.She came with tears in her eyes. He held her hand and said with a smile, " I wish I died daily", And then a flat line.

Ahora, si tu aliento es por fortuna tan fatal para nosotros como para todos los demás, unamos nuestros labios en un beso de odio inexpresable, ¡y muramos así!

He was going to die, and he was seriously annoyed about that.

Was this what life was like in the mortal age? Feeling the finality of one's own flesh at every turn? What a terrible way to exist.