Quotes About Finality

The grave is the general meeting place.

Now I am about to take my last voyage, a great leap in the dark

The principle was, death should not be entered like some snug harbor. It should be an unambiguous refusal to surrender.

Time will take care of everyone until there are none of us to take care of.

What a relief, what an unburdening to have closed the book on humankind.

Nothing, they say is more certain than death, and nothing more uncertain than the time of dying

They even found themselves able to die if they wanted to.

The thing about death is it's so final, isn't it, really? As far as we know... Nobody has ever come back and told us about it.

At a certain point my novels set. They set just as hard as that jam jar. And then I know they are finished.

Death is final. No it is not just final, it's worse than that, it's diminishing: the dead continue to decrease, to occupy less space.

She's as dead as she'll every be, ain't she? Well, ain't she?

When the curtain falls no one is ready

When it comes down to it, though, the real decision is inevitable: If one of us has to be destroyed, let's make damn sure we're the ones alive at the end.

I've learned all I'm ever going to learn from you.

You give up the world line by line. Stoically. And then one day you realize that your courage is farcical. It doesn't mean anything. You've become an accomplice in your own annihilation and there is nothing you can do about it. Everything you do closes a door somewhere ahead of you. And finally there is only one door left.

She was gone and the coldness of it was her final gift.

When I came into your life your life was over. It had a beginning, a middle, and an end. This is the end. You can say that things could have turned out differently. That they could have been some other way. But what does that mean? They are not some other way. They are this way.

The hardest lesson in the world: Maybe it's just that when things are gone they're gone. They aint comin back.

When we're all gone at last then there'll be nobody here but death and his days will be numbered too.

When I came into your life your life was over. It had a beginning, a middle, and an end. This is the end.

Lastly he looked at the face so caved and drawn among the folds of funeral cloth, the yellowed moustache, the eyelids paper thin. That was not sleeping. That was not sleeping.

Ultimo hombre. Last man standing, must've been one. Where'd he go?

This is a dog. He is dead too. This

Old and troubling issues resolved into nothingness and night.