Quotes About End

The young feel tired at the end of an action— The old, at the beginning.

We must be still and still moving / Into another intensity / For a further union / (...) / In my end is my beginning.

What we call the beginning is often the end And to make and end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from. — T.S. Eliot, from "Little Gidding," Four Quartets . (Faber & Faber 1959) Originally published 1943.

Honor is a wonderful thing, but it is a means, not an end. A man who starves with honor does not help his family, a king who falls on his sword with honor does not save his kingdom.

The porters could always be coaxed to continue a little further through driving rain by the mere suggestion of a Pot Noodle at the end.

But be sure, the age of Innocence was ended.

This is all such delightful fun," said a young voice, not only musical but undeniably masculine. "However, every treat must come to an end.

If you're reading this, Alysha Catherine, I'm dead. Don't make a fuss—it's a state we all come to in the end. Except possibly for Jane who may be too mean to die.

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Your lives have always been about the Great Romance, and in the days to come you will understand that like never before. Your love will be tested. Others will join you. Some will leave the circle. Some will die. All of you will suffer. The Horde will hate you because their hearts have been stolen and their eyes have been blinded by the Shataiki. But if you keep your eyes on me until the end...the lake will seem tame compared to what awaits us.

So we found the end of our journey. So we stood, alive in the river of light, Among the creatures of light, creatures of light.

We've about come to the end of the line in this friendly enemies routine. Fair warning.

And . . . the place that Jesus taketh in our Soul he shall never remove it, without end, as to my sight: for in us is his homeliest home and his endless dwelling

We each have a story. They did this to us. There was no outside aggressor. They wanted an Apocalypse. They wanted the end. And they made it happen. It was orchestrated - who got in, who didn't. There was a master list. We weren't on it. We were left here to die. They want to erase us, the past, but we can't let them.

She remembered what he'd said in the hotel, that life was just a series of moments, and though she still did not agree with the idea that consequences played no part, she gave in to the possibility that there might be some wisdom in what he was trying to show her- that one had to enjoy life day by day and seize opportunities when they presented themselves, because one never knew when it could all end.

Like the muscles knew from the beginning that it would end with this, this inevitable falling apart... It's sad, but a relief as well to know that two things so closely bound together can separate with so little violence, leaving smooth surfaces instead of bloody shreds.

So the end may be a long time coming, but that doesn't mean it doesn't have a way of sneaking up on you.

J'ai lu quelque part que la mort était une société secrète...Ce qui n'est qu'une fin, un pis-aller , et c'est peu dire, pour la plupart des êtres, ne peut-il devenir pour d'autres une vocation? - Quelquefois, et jamais autant que ce soir, je me le suis demandé. Et - comme toutes les vocations - contagieuse.

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There was an end to weeping. Mourning, however, ebbed and surged but never ceased flowing.

The expression of hatred for your enemies is sometimes the only way to end self-hatred.

And that's when I know it's over. As soon as you start thinking about the beginning, it's the end.

We didn't know it was the last days but we should have.