Quotes About End

What is the meaning of it, Watson? said Holmes solemnly as he laid down the paper. What object is served by this circle of misery and violence and fear? It must tend to some end, or else our universe is ruled by chance, which is unthinkable. But what end? There is the great standing perennial problem to which human reason is as far from an answer as ever.

The experiment with humanity is at an end, Aunt Fanny said. Splendid, Mrs. Halloran said, I was getting very tired of all of them.

Dying is the same all over. It's death that kills them.

Everyone owes nature a death.

Death the only god who must come when he's called

ourselves, the man raised his voice to say. The only moral, meaningful course for a civilization facing its own end: To learn how to ask forgiveness and to atone in some tiny measure for the devastating harm we had done to our human family and to our fellow creatures and to the beautiful earth. To love and forgive one another as best we

First, it can never be something we do for God. Second, it is its own end. Third, it is a response to God's total character, more specifically to the triune God. First

My life was hurrying, racing tragically toward its end. And yet at the same time it was dripping so slowly, so very slowly now, hour by hour, minute by minute. One always has to wait until the sugar melts, the memory dies, the wound scars over, the sun sets, the unhappiness lifts and fades away.

Du jour où il nait, l'homme commence à mourir; c'est la vérité qu'incarne la Mère.

My life was hurrying, racing tragically toward its end. And yet at the same time it was dripping so slowly, so very slowly now, hour by hour, minute by minute.

The means, it is said, will be justified by the end; but it is the means which define it, and if it is contradicted at the moment that it is set up, the whole enterprise sinks into absurdity.

El fin no es fin sino al término del camino; desde que es logrado, se vuelve un nuevo punto de partida.

We all labor against our own cure, for death is the cure of all diseases

The long habit of living indisposeth us for dying

come he slow or come he fast it is but death that comes at last

All I knew now was that I was no longer inspired to be the warrior. I had no more "war" in me. It was over. All I wanted was to end all battles and find deep inner peace for the first time in my life.

I think a relationship is like two stories," I say at last, feeling my way cautiously through my thoughts. "Like…two open books, pressing together, and all the words mingle into one big, epic story. But if they stop mingling…" I lift my glass for emphasis. "Then they turn into two stories again. And that's when it's over." I clap my hands together, spilling champagne. "The books shut. The End.

I am at the end. I exist no more.

The end excuses any evil.

Come, Fate, a friend at need, Come with all speed! Come, my best friend, And speed my end! Away, away! Let me not look upon another day!

Death the deliverer freeth all at last.

All lives end, but not all conclude.

Favour will as surely perish as life.

A faire death honours the whole life.