Quotes About End

On the other hand, you get other films that are spread over a much longer period of time and it's entirely exhausting. But there's always light at the end of the tunnel with a film.

There is never enough time to say our last word-the last word of our love, of our desire, faith, remorse, submission, revolt.

Time takes it all in the end...

Time and death: It's the ultimate vision of an artist at the end of everything. It's just what's there. It was not something I planned to do.

For our last shall be the recorder of eternity.

He was discovering that even hatred died a little at the end. But it still lasted longer than desire, longer even than love.

...the beginning and the end of time. These are the same thing, as everybody knows who came into this universe via a wormhole.

And now the story begins for the last time.

What we got is NOW, Huck, and now is forever. Until it ain't. So, you can't worry over nothing except putting off the end a your story as long as you can, and finishing it with a bang.

Time is the cruelest force of all.

For many people, myself included, the end of the world is happening all the time! It is a form of criticality that paradoxically gives us hope for change and improvement.

Life and hope must cease together.

A good opening and a good ending make for a good film provided they come close together.

If, like many others, you are concerned social media is making people and cultures shallow, I propose we teach more people how to swim and together explore the deeper end of the pool.

For there was no more friendship and never would be again.

This was surely the worst summer of her life. She was very thankful that it was almost at an end.

And so this was the end. The end of a friendship that had brightened his life through most of his adulthood. Not the end of his love. Now that he was conscious of it again, that would live on, perhaps for the rest of his life.

It is as well we cannot know when the world will end or when we will die—or when everything that makes the world a beautiful place or life worth living will come crashing down about us.

The timing of death, like the ending of a story, gives a changed meaning to what proceeds it.

and yet, in the end, did Klara Hitler's sickly son ever fire a gun? One hollow, hateful little an. One last awful thought: all the harm he ever did was done for him by others.

What if she's dead?" I said. "She'll stay dead," he said. "She'll still be dead come morning.

Sooner or later every writer evolves his own definition of a story. Mine is: A reflection of life plus beginning and end (life seems not to have either) and a meaning.

When I have to die, I would like to die on a day of rain— long rain, slow rain, the kind you think will never end.

Let his herald your end,and begone with the thundder clap.