Quotes About End

But don't expect me at your funeral.

If I am dead, then death is cold.

Epwo m-baa pokin in-gitin'got (Everything has an end.)

Jim Reston: Walking through the crowds of air-kissing politicians, actors and high fliers, it was tough to tell where the politics stopped and the showbiz started. Maybe, in the end, there is no difference.

So here you are near the end of the world, savages, beings who, given the time, would build up a great civilization again. You don't have the time, and the long, long story, the many-eons tale of humankind, will end. For what reason? I don't know. The universe, looked at logically, is, despite all its intricate order and irresistible physical principles, senseless.

Once, he thought, I would have seen the stars. Years ago. But now it's only the dust; no one has seen a star in years, at least not from Earth. Maybe I'll go where I can see stars, he said to himself as the car gained velocity and altitude; it headed away from San Francisco, toward the uninhabited desolation to the north. To the place where no living thing would go. Not unless it felt that the end had come.

Why, yes, the mo­ment you're born, your death comes in­to the world with you, and it's your death that takes you out.

que el Reino del Cielo había llegado a su fin. Que no debíamos vivir como si fuera más importante que la misma vida, porque lo más importante es siempre el lugar donde nos encontramos.

The other side's got an energy that our side en't got. Comes from their certainty about being right. If you got that certainty, you'll be willing to do anything to bring about the end you want. It's the oldest human problem, Lyra, an' it's the difference between good and evil. Evil has nothing to stop it doing what it wants, while good has one hand tied behind its back. To do the things it needs to do to win, it'd have to become evil to do 'em.

In fact, it was that which killed him, to his great surprise.

It was the end of all understanding.

His life was a party which tragically came to an early end.

You may search the Word of God but you will never find peace first—it is always "grace and peace" never "peace and grace." They are the Siamese twins of the Bible. You cannot have peace until you first have had grace. A man may search and seek until the end of his life, but until he receives grace through Christ, he can never have peace.

It shouldn't be too surprising that the person who is actually present as we cross the threshold of life and take our first breath once again appears at the threshold as we take our last breath.

When first love ends, most people eventually know there will be more to come. They are not through with love. Love is not through with them. It will never be the same as the first, but it will be better in different ways.

There's no way to release yourself from a memory. It ends when it wants to end, whether it's in a flash or long after you've begged it to stop.

tenet , n . At the end of the French movie, the lover sings, Love me less, but love me for a long time.

That's the question, isn't it? you said one night. Does death bring freedom, or is it the end of freedom?

When the end comes, there will be important things to say, for sure. But there will also be that last laugh, and you will want it. Laughter rarely lasts longer than a few seconds, it's true. But how enjoyable those few seconds are.

There's no way to release yourself from a memory. It ends when it wants to end, whether it's in a flash or long after you've begged it to stop. What was the next line? What did I say to you then? I probably changed the subject, and the new subject wasn't worth remembering.

We think of the boys we kissed, the boys we screwed, the boys we loved, the boys who didn't love us back, the boys who were with us at the end, the boys who were with us beyond the end. Love is so painful, how could you ever wish it on anybody? And love is so essential, how could you ever stand in its way?

It's over when you decide it's over, she says. When you call it a night. The rest is just a matter of where the sun is in the sky.

There's no way to release yourself from a memory. It ends when it wants to end, whether it's in a flash or long after you've begged it to stop.

June 10, 2001 Chicago I'm still not sold on the bow tie and have been asking people for their opinions on it. "What do you say, yes or no?" I'd worried it suggested a wacky uncle and felt comforted when a woman at Borders said it made me look like a shy scholar. This carried me through to Barbara's, where a young man defined it as "the pierced eyebrow of the Republican Party." This should probably put an end to it once and for all.