Quotes About Ending

Well folks, that's about it for the show tonight.

I don't even like to talk Lions too much just because the way our relationship ended.

In combat sports, you should retire on top. That is very hard to do. I'm glad I had the discipline to do it.

It's always great to have a purpose of a meeting and an ending for it, but it's even more important to be present and have an engagement on the topic you're doing, to create an environment and energy around that meeting, so everybody goes from there, 'That's great; we can take it forward!'

Saying my story makes me want to change it, make it sound pretty the way I do with the stories I tell the workers. I'd like it to have a beginning as grand as a ball and an ending in a whisper, like a mother tucking in a child for sleep.

Perhaps I'm just afraid of the uncertainty to come. When I'm moving on a journey, the ending is still unknown and possibly wonderful. But once I arrive, it's hard to keep imagining.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and gazed into the face of the man she was going to spend the rest of her life with. "Just promise to love me forever." "This is one story that's going to have a happy ending," he told her, and he lowered his mouth to hers.

That's the last time you're going to kiss me," I warned when it ended. He smiled knowingly, and in his eyes, I could see his own memories of that night. "So you say.

But see! theVirgin blessed Hath laid her Babe to rest. Time is our tedious song should here have ending.

I am Rabbit. I can be anywhere. I can be everywhere. I am outside time. I am outside dimension.

The secret of a good sermon is to have a good beginning and a good ending, then having the two as close together as possible.

No, he decided . . . he surely could not have believed for one single moment that it really was all finished between them.

I'd like to think that I am wrong, that those words mean nothing, that there's no conscious intention and no avenger behind the ending of the human race. But when I hear them repeating that question, I feel afraid. I think of the man who said that he would stop the motor of the world. You see, his name was John Galt.

This prompted Reggie to ask me how the Ming dynasty finally ended. "Internal strife," I said. "Power struggles, corruption, peasants starving 'cause the rich got greedy or just didn't care…" "So, the usual," Reggie said. I nodded. "The usual.

The Peggots were stuck, not able to move forward with the normal death matters of cooking and drinking. It was all just loose ends and talk. Like if they hashed through it enough times, they might get to a different ending.

Everything in the universe denies nothing; to suggest an ending is the one absurdity.

This is the way the world ends, not with a bang but a gasp.

They left. Among the many dumb rules of paragraphing foisted on students in composition courses is the one that says that a paragraph may not consist of a single sentence. Wilkerson ends a richly descriptive introductory chapter with a paragraph composed of exactly two syllables. The abrupt ending and the expanse of blankness at the bottom of the page mirror the finality of the decision to move and the uncertainty of the life that lay ahead. Good writing finishes strong.

I had been tricked once by that Cheat called love, but the Game was over.

We've got no fairytale ending, in God's hands our fate is complete. Your heaven's here in my heart, our love's this dust beneath my feet.

Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part.

That bitter word, which closed all earthly friendships and finished every feast of love farewell!

Whatever has the nature to arise has the nature to cease.

Because today . . . this ends.