Quotes About End

All love affairs end. Eventually the girl is gonna put curlers in her hair.

Love works in a circle, for the beloved moves the lover by stamping a likeness, and the lover then goes out to hold the beloved inreality. Who first was the beginning now becomes the end of motion.

Single cracks are usually not good. The crack, you know, in the crack, when I say crack, I mean when you are on the giving end of a rifle, you it's a much different sound than being on the receiving end of a rifle, that of a bullet that is supersonic makes a very distinctive crack. And when you hear that, and it's a single one, it generally is not good.

The future: that's where you go to die

The end of the world had already occurred. How long ago was that. I don't know. It is not a function of knowledge. It is in a special sense that the world ends. You have to keep living.

Birkaç gün sonra her ÅŸey bitti. YaÅŸamaya hükümlüydüm. YaÅŸamaya!

One only dies once, and if one does not die well, a good opportunity is lost and will not present itself again.

The Fear of Death often proves Mortal.

Nature does nothing without purpose or uselessly.

At last there is light at the end of the tunnel.

For what we call illusions are often, in truth, a wider vision of past and present realities --a willing movement of a man's soul with the larger sweep of the world's forces --a movement towards a more assured end than the chances of a single life.

The whole earth, perpetually steeped in blood, is nothing but a vast altar upon which all that is living must be sacrificed without end, without measure, without pause, until the consummation of things, until evil is extinct, until the death of death.

Grimalkin was never meant to die in a warm bed - she should have met her end in battle, as a warrior.

Death borders upon our birth, and our cradle stands in the grave.

Peace on earth would mean the end of civilization as we know it.

If you knew how the journey was going to end, you could afford to be patient along the path.

What end but love, that stares death in the eye? Sing me a song to make death tolerable, a song of a man and a woman: the riddle of a man and a woman.

And the world was not what it had been. It was at an end. And it was in the disposition of these things that, barely an hour before its end, the valleys and the young and the fools would all be in the right, while the mountains and the old and the wise would all be in the wrong.

His jaws parted as he fought for breath. "There's nothing left . . ." he choked out. "It's all dark—everything's gone. . .

In ancient times and with us still, Death takes who and when it will." "Comes Death to me, or to my friend; always we recall their end." "Peace tonight and peace tomorrow, whether dark hours bring life or

Death is the end of the struggle to make things work, to keep them together, to show a consistency of plan and action, a directionality of will.

His paternal tone irked me no end, and that helped to steel my resolve. I couldn't sell out the the Sixers.

The age demanded that we dance and jammed us into iron pants. And in the end the age was handed the sort of shit that it demanded.

Obitus vitae otium est (Death is life's rest).