Quotes About Finality

No iron can pierce the human heart as chillingly as a full stop placed at the right time.

Pero no hay rendición de cuentas. Para cada uno de nosotros la muerte es el último día.

This last mute touch that lingers is farewell.

And now the story begins for the last time.

Okay" (final words from flight 383)

In a way, I have to have a dictatorship. I can't be told that I'm wrong. That conflicts with what I was saying earlier about listening. It isn't to do with receiving criticism and responding to other views, it's who has that last decision.

I can never shut the door on Aston Villa but I think it's blatantly obvious for everyone looking at it that it's done.

What happens if you are the last (the very, very last) of your species, and you die - and humans notice? We live, increasingly, at a time when extinctions are recorded, remembered, and the last animal (or plant) in its line, by virtue of its being last, becomes a kind of celebrity. Its finality becomes a thing to honor.

Life has a 100 percent mortality rate. Every single one of us will die, and most of us have no idea how or when that will happen. In fact, as each second passes, we're all in the process of coming closer to our eventual deaths. As the saying goes, none of us will get out of here alive.

L'amour n'a-t-il pas en soi-même sa fin ?

Do you know why we're all happy here, monsieur? Because it's the last house on the road.

Death is the surest calculation that can be made.

Plaudite, amici, comedia finita est. (Applaud, my friends, the comedy is over.) [ Said on his deathbed ]

Science does not give us absolute and final certainty. It only gives us assurance within the limits of our mental abilities and the prevailing state of scientific thought.

Death is the guest you didn't invite: arriving when you least expect it, least need it and when you least want it.

speaks. "When you die you die. And everything

When the life left a person, it wasn't by degrees. It was instant, like someone pulling down a shade on a window. The

When you die, you die. And everything is over.

I walk towards the car but on second thought step back to the railing for a final look. Enormous. Anonymous. I could hurtle myself down the walls of this chasm, and never be found.

This is embarrassing. I uh, die and, um the last breath from my lungs is a terrible acid. It melts the seaward wall of the city and a hurricane comes and washes it away. All die. O the embarrassment -You're much better at that than he was.

When I look back all is flux, without beginning and flowing towards no end, or none that I shall experience, except as a final full stop. The items of flotsam that I choose to salvage from the general wreckage—and what is a life but a gradual shipwreck?—may take on an aspect of inevitability when I put them on display in their glass showcases, but they are random; representative, perhaps, perhaps compellingly so, but random nonetheless.

Na mi?o?? bosk?, nie histeryzuj! - odburkn??a. - Po prostu umieram, koniec kropka.

Im not a player...when I'm done with you, I'm done with you and I move on.

Once you walk out of my life, the door locks behind you.