Quotes About End

Trusting in God is not a passive dependency, a handing over of responsibility: "Okay, God, you can do it." Faith in God is primarily an active virtue. Faith does not necessarily mean an expectation that God will intervene. Faith is an end in itself. Faith is an active empowering of the other to be everything he or she can be for you.

Stories worked much the same way…A false note at the beginning was much more costly than one nearer the end because early errors were part of the foundation.

Over spring mountains A star ends the paragraph Of a thunderstorm.

There is romantic nonsense these days about the beauty of death, about the terrible end becoming the lovely beginning, and I think that's wrong, a diminution of the beauty of life. Death is as terrible as birth is wonderful. The laws of physics and nature—not romance—dictate this. It occurs to me that sometimes even nature—raw, silent, solemn, and joyous nature—fears, even if only slightly, rot.

Life is only precious because it ends, kid. Take it from a god. You mortals don't know how lucky you are

So…these Pillars of Hercules. Are they dangerous?" Annabeth stayed focused on the cliffs. "For Greeks, the pillars marked the end of the known world. The Romans said the pillars were inscribed with a Latin warning—" "Non plus ultra," Percy said. Annabeth looked stunned. "Yeah. Nothing Further Beyond . How did you know?" Percy pointed. "Because I'm looking at it.

After you reach the number impossible , there's no point in counting.

What's the best part about writing a book? Finishing it.

First things were nice, last things not so much so.

Our business is concluded.

Perhaps his son was right. Perhaps the past was no longer the context for the present. Perhaps none of it mattered anymore. Was this how the world would end—not with a bang but a So?

There was no point in preserving the earth, Ms. MacDonald explained in a kindly tone, because the Last Judgment couldn't occur until every last thing on the planet had been destroyed, every tree, every flower, every river. Every last eagle and owl and panda, the sheep in the fields, the leaves on the trees, the rising of the sun, and the running of the deer. Everything. And Ms. MacDonald was looking forward to that.

He was reading from the beginning so that he could get to the end, where the reader was assured that the knight and the fair maiden lived together happily ever after.

Despereaux was reading the story out loud to himself. He was reading from the beginning so that he could get to the end...

Magic is always impossible. It begins with the impossible and ends with the impossible and is impossible in between. That's why it is magic.

Magic is always impossible," said the magician. "It begins with the impossible and ends with the impossible and is impossible in between. That is why it is magic.

Magic is always impossible, said the magician. It begins with the impossible and ends with the impossible and is impossible in between. That is why it is magic.

Words are our only weapons against the lies of history. We must bear witness to the truth. If we do not, those we love die twice over.' He paused. 'I will not find peace until I know how it ended.

It is a tale that begins, as it will end, in a graveyard where the bones and the spiders and the worms inhabit the cold earth.

I have been mocked by beauty, too. But it was the beauty which cost me nothing that in the end turned upon me.

I used to try to decide which was the worst month of the year. In the winter I would choose February. I had it figured out that the reason God made February short a few days was because he knew that by the time people came to the end of it they would die if they had to stand one more blasted day.

Any society that derives its power and authority from the will of man alone lives apart from God and will crumble in the end.

He only is a well-made man who has a good determination. And the end of culture is not to destroy this, God forbid! but to train away all impediment and mixture and leave nothing but pure power.

There is never a beginning, there is never an end, to the inexplicable continuity of this web of God, but always circular power returning into itself.