Quotes About End

Who knows for what we live, and struggle, and die? Wise men write many books, in words too hard to understand. But this, the purpose of our lives, the end of all our struggle, is beyond all human wisdom.

YOU HAVE YOUR OWN LIFE TO LIVE, IRIS, AND AT ITS END, THE ONLY OPINION THAT AMOUNTS TO ANYTHING IS THAT WHICH GOD BESTOWS.

One day he would finish the job of dying he'd begun in childhood/

You have your own life to live, and at its end, the only opinion that amounts to anything is that which God bestows.

Woe is the natural end of life, yet we go on having babies.

Galinda shivered, and was sure Madame Morrible felt it, knew it, but the Head never registered a sign of it. But then, my use of sorority - how ironic. Too witty. Give a long enough time, of course, a wide enough frame, there is nothing said or done, ever, that isn't ironic in the end.

According to Aristotle, "Happiness is the meaning and the purpose of life, the whole aim and end of human existence.

All that is not perfect down to the smallest detail is doomed to perish.

So when will this society, bastardised by every debauchery of mind, body and soul, finally come to an end?

Anyone who lacks respect for religion comes to a bad end.

Il tomba par terre. Il était mort. Trente-six heures après, sur la demande

The spectacle is the epic poem of this struggle, a struggle that no fall of Troy can bring to an end. The spectacle does not sing of men and their arms, but of commodities and their passions.

You should always be selling—not strategizing about selling. Don't test, test, test—that's a game for big companies. Don't worry about being embarrassed. Don't wait to develop the perfect product or service. Good enough is good enough. There will be plenty of time for refinement later. It's not how great you start—it's how great you end up.

Meditation needs no results. Meditation can have itself as an end, I meditate without words and on nothingness. What tangles my life is writing.

Wherefore do ye toil; is it not that ye may live and be happy? And if ye toil only that ye may toil more, when shall happiness find you? Ye toil to live, but is not life made of beauty and song? And if ye suffer no singers among you, where shall be the fruits of your toil? Toil without song is like a weary journey without an end. Were not death more pleasing?

If not dissuaded, they will get to the innermost nucleus of the antarctic and melt and bore till they bring up that which may end the world we know. So I must break through all reticences at last - even about that ultimate nameless thing beyond the mountains of madness.

History had led me to this archaic grave. History, indeed, was all I had after everything else ended in mocking Satanism.

The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved.

It was the end, for whatever remains to me of life on the surface of this earth, of every vestige of mental peace and confidence in the integrity of Nature and of the human mind.

I knew that all sights and glories were at an end; for in that new realm was neither land nor sea, but only the white void of unpeopled and illimitable space. So, happier than I had ever dared hope to be, I dissolved again into that native infinity of crystal oblivion from which the daemon Life had called me for one brief and desolate hour.

On olemassa kasvoja, joilla on valtaa ihmisen ylitse siihen saakka, kun hän jonakin kauniina päivänä loppuu.

Violence can be justifiable, but it never will be legitimate. Its justification loses in plausibility the farther its intended end recedes into the future. No one questions the use of violence in self-defense, because the danger is not only clear but also present, and the end justifying the means is immediate.

For facts are stubborn; they do not disappear when historians or sociologists refuse to learn from them, though they may when everybody has forgotten them. In our case, such oblivion would not be academic, it would quite literally spell the end of the American Republic.

Through remembrance man discovers this twofold "before" of human existence . . . . This is the reason why the return to one's origin (redire ad creatorem) can at the same time be understood as an anticipating reference to one's end.