Quotes About End

I thought I had a clear picture of death, but now I know it's a mystery and it will always be a mystery, although it is something we all have in common: everybody knows that life ends with death.

If you believe that the world is going to come to an end - and perhaps any day now - does it not drain one's motivation to improve life on earth while we're here?

A good death does honour to a whole life.

Human life is difficult. But as this life is coming to an end, I consider myself lucky to have lived it.

There is no solution to death.Life intends to kill us.

Past the village flowed the river, like time, like life itself, waiting for the swimmer to come again on his way to the climax of his adventurous life, and to the end for which he had been made.

The reason why I take my life is because I want to go to my wife and boy. My usefulness in this world is at an end. I can not be satisfied in any business and can not be without their companionship.

My whole life sort of ended when my mom died.

If my life had no meaning there was no reason not to end it.

Sometime, somewhere, life always comes to a fight, and peace always comes to an end.

We are given to the great, for great purpose, to great ends. We are given to the grave, for grave purposes, to grave ends.

Life goes on, end of tunnel, TV set Spot in the middle Static fade, statistic bit And soon I fade away, fade away

Life is like our game at whist ... I don't enjoy the game much, but I like to play my cards well, and see what will be the end of it.

Life is very marvelous... and to the wonders of the earth there is no end appointed.

What lies at the end of the life path? The answer is simple: Nothing lies over there! That's why mankind must change the end of the road!

The end of a life is always vivifying.

Anyone can stop a man's life, but no one his death; a thousand doors open on to it.

All I can say is, death is a part of life.

And if joy were not on the earth, There were an end of change and birth, And Earth and Heaven and Hell would die, And in some gloomy barrow lie Folded like a frozen fly.

Perhaps the best cure for the fear of death is to reflect that life has a beginning as well as an end.

The sands are number'd that make up my life; Here must I stay, and here my life must end.

We must pronounce him fortunate who has ended his life in fair prosperity.

If so far we have been unable to see clearly or to reflect the eternal lineaments of truth, is it not because we too are still moving towards some end-because we are still alive?

Life is made up of desires that seem big and vital one minute, and little and absurd the next. I guess we get what's best for us in the end.