Quotes About End

The U.K. military role in Iraq ended a very long way from success.

I just looked at him because I want to be looking in someone's eyes when I die.

The main thing for me was that I wanted to be able to decide when my international career would end after 10 years myself.

steps that construction required. He answered her questions and satisfied her curiosity. And she was reluctant to see their excursion end. It had been unexpectedly pleasant. His grandmother was waiting in the living room when they got back. "So there you are." She glared at Wentworth from the sofa, where she was lounging in a

They desperately needed hope that a safe haven even existed, that the war's horrors would one day end, while they drifted along in the strange villa even its owners referred to as an ark.

For at eight o'clock the world came to an end. It was reading time. The hours between eight in the evening and one or two in the morning have always been my magic hours.

The end of my nine o'clocks was another anchor in time gone.

Time was of the essence. For at eight o'clock the world came to an end. It was reading time.

This is not a story about your disappointment at my silence. The theme of this story is my pain and my attempts to end it.

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.

It's the special skill of an adolescent to imagine the end of the world as an adjunct to his own discontent.

Le trame possiedono una logica. C'è una tendenza, nelle trame, a evolvere in direzione della morte.

è tipico dell'adolescente immaginare la fine del mondo come un accessorio del proprio contesto

We die of habits, deplorable ones like merely living: finally fatal. - from Tubes

The job of the second component of your one-liner is to close the story loop, not open more.

The thing about death is it reminds you the story we are telling has finality

All relationships are teleological.

Hic scientia finit: Knowledge Stops Here.

How quickly he fell; how soon it was over.

And who knows-but maybe that's what's waiting for us at the end of the journey, a majesty unimaginable until the very moment we find ourselves walking through the doors of it, what we find ourselves gazing at in astonishment when God finally takes His hands off our eyes and says: Look!

But does it make any sense at all to know that it ends badly for all of us, even the happiest of us, and that we all lose everything that matters in the end-and yet to know as well, despite all this, as cruelly as the game is stacked, that it's possible to play it with a kind of joy? To try to make some meaning out of all this seems unbelievably quaint. Maybe I only see a pattern because I've been staring too long. But then again, to paraphrase Boris, maybe I see a pattern because it's there.

maybe that's what's waiting for us at the end of the journey, a majesty unimaginable until the very moment we find ourselves walking through the doors of it, what we find ourselves gazing at in astonishment when God finally takes His hands off our eyes and says: Look!

And—maybe it's ridiculous to go on in this vein, although it doesn't matter since no one's ever going to see this—but does it make any sense at all to know that it ends badly for all of us, even the happiest of us, and that we all lose everything that matters in the end—and yet to know as well, despite all this, as cruelly as the game is stacked, that it's possible to play it with a kind of joy?

I felt I understood the secret grandeur of dying, all the knowledge held back from all humankind until the very end: