Quotes About End

The end will be what it will be. The object is intense living, fulfillment; the great happiness in creation.

It is the end that crowns us, not the fight.

The end of his worke Part of the worke remaines; one part is past: And here my ship rides having Anchor cast.

The letter should have been a thousand pages long. It should have talked about the end of evolutionary chains and the loss of free range, about cowboys struggling with the corners of the wire, like the corn husks of winter.

The system of patriarchy is a historic construct; it has a beginning; it will have an end. Its time seems to have nearly run its course—it no longer serves the needs of men or women and in its inextricable linkage to militarism, hierarchy, and racism it threatens the very existence of life on earth.5

Russia, after all, has existed for a thousand years; the Soviet era lasted only seventy-four. The Romanov dynasty, which included such towering figures as Peter and Catherine the Great, had ruled for more than three centuries. It came to an end in brutal murders in a Siberian cellar, but many Russians never knew this had happened. Or how. Or why.

Götterdämmerung;

The road simply ended. No cul-de-sac. No sign like the ones they had seen before: "Private Property. No Trespassing." Or "No Motorized Vehicles Beyond This Point." Just road...then trees.

Pity the planet, all joy gone from this sweet volcanic cone; peace to our children when they fall in small war on the heel of small war--until the end of time to police the earth, a ghost orbiting forever lost in our monotonous sublime

In the end, every hypochondriac is his own prophet.

I get annoyed when a self-indulgent writer just shows off what he knows but doesn't really tell a story. To me storytelling is first a craft. Then if you're lucky, it becomes an art form. But first, it's got to be a craft.. You've got to have a beginning, middle and end. And I have sort of applied the theatrical principles to writing. Throw the story in the air and see what's going to happen.

If God is the sort of reality Christians believe God to be, that is to say, if God is the beginning and end of all things, then logically and grammatically God does not fit into any of these categories. But since such categories are the only tools available in our language and grammar for talking about anything at all, God included, asserting God's reality requires purposefully breaking the rules in a way that indirectly displays what cannot be directly described.

There a painless death awaits him who can no longer bear the sorrows of this life. If death is welcome let him seek it there.

We never stop reading, although every book comes to an end, just as we never stop living, although death is certain

Despite these afternoon misgivings and self-reproaches I clung to my notion, ill-defined though it was, that a serious study of human knowledge, or theory, or belief, if undertaken with a critical but not a cruel mind, would in the end yield some secret, some valuable permanent insight, into the nature of life and the true end of man.

The beginning and the end- the origin and the consummation- are always in the same place, always the same thing, truthfully speaking. This spiritual maxim is one of the foundational wisdoms of the entire Western world- the oneness of beginning and end means that everything is a circle, held together, complete as it is. The firmly bound nature of the circle of reality is nothing more or less than the adamantine, circular bond of Fate itself, holding everything together as it must be.

she admitted one other point about their affair. He had given her the strength to finally end another relationship, which had been totally destructive.

In all but killing terms, the battle ended in the last days of September and the main reason it ended was mud.

A gun would be too violent. A noose would be too ancient. And a knife blade to the wrist would be too silent

Not one of us knows when we'll face our end. So, why hold back that which is most valuable: your human capacity to love deeply?

Every life is terminal. No matter how long we get to live, we are all headed for the same end.

The end of man is an action and not a thought, though it were the noblest.

A gun would be too violent. A noose would be too ancient. And a knife blade to the wrist would be too silent. So, the question became, How could a once-glorious life be ended swiftly and precisely, with minimum mess yet maximum impact?

To the end of this age. Oh, a thousand years Will Hardly leach," he thought, "this dust of that fire.