Quotes About Ending

As a phenomenon, life has a beginning and ending, but life itself doesn't. So, which one is truly me - a phenomenon that lasts only between birth and death, or life itself that underlies all phenomena?

Wha--huh? You've made a mistake? You? Wait... The world isn't ending. Big Ben's Infinity Day Clock has stopped. You can't have made a mistake. It's simply not... possible. It's a day just like any other day. - Evaline, to Mina

We are soldiers, Highness. We understand tomorrow could be the last day. Or the day after. A soldier has so little control over the time or manner of his ending. He can always choose how he faces it.

The funny thing about life is that it's slowly ending, every second of every day, but it's the fear of ending that drives us the most to live.

Then without any warning the car stopped. They were there. "The ride's over," someone said. "End of the ride." For a moment nobody got out. They just sat there. The driver cut the ignition, and after that there was silence. Complete, uncanny silence, more frightening than the most threatening noise or violence could have been. Night silence. A silence that had death in it. ("The Number's Up")

The world of the Bible is our world, and its story of redemption is also our story. This story is waiting for an ending—in part because we ourselves have a role to play before all is concluded. We must therefore pay attention to the continuing biblical story of redemption.

The longer ending of Mark (16:9-20) is almost certainly not what Mark wrote. The two oldest and most reliable copies of the Gospel do not contain it (Codices Sinaiticus and Vaticanus). The style is quite different from the rest of Mark's Gospel, and some of the theology is potentially both heretical and fatal (see v. 18)!

the flower gardens. And it will be the last chance

People say it's better to know the truth, but what if the ending's a bad one? Is it still better to know? Or is it kinder to keep that string of hope dangling? To believe that maybe if you just wait long enough, everything could still end the way you want.

Good-bye isn't the worst thing in the world. Sometimes it's simply time to go.

The last season of 'Rescue Me' is going to be very sort of half and half: it's how you think 'Rescue Me' would end versus something very outside the box. And, they do it in this sort of perfect way - it's only nine episodes, you know. Very stream-lined.

It's too bad that 'Dragon Ball,' which I drew for a very long time, has ended. Just kidding. I'm incredibly glad. Now I can just leisurely sit around!

Actually, the moment of victory is wonderful, but also sad. It means that your trip is ended.

I would like to have the original ending to my Lord of the Rings instead of the one they released. In my original cut I had the victory at Helm's Deep as the final sequence.

In the '365 Fresh' MV, the story ends with us falling to the ground. Meanwhile, the 'Retro Future' MV features us falling onto a car in the beginning. The car that appears in both music videos is the same kind.

Great is the art of beginning, but greater the art is of ending.

It was our special night and we held it for as long as we could. It was something that belonged to us. A night that would be added to our long list of memories. It was our happy ending. And it was the last time we would ever be together again.

En realidad, ningún domingo puede terminar bien, como todo el mundo sabe.

I look back to where my life had been. It's always risky to think of letting go. That's why this is the perfect ending. Nothing left to reconcile.

I don't want to be alone in the end." Her soft, mesmerizing mix of vulnerability, pain, and stubbornness got him right in the heart. "So change the ending of your story." She looked at him like he was crazy, and hell, maybe he was. "You make it sound so easy," she said. This made him laugh roughly. "Nothing about love is easy.

You sit down to dinner and life as you know it ends.

Was there time to go back? Could we have a different ending on Pacific time?

By now the sky outside is the color of his marble, but they are all reluctant about gathering up their books and magazines and records, about finding their car keys and ending the day, and by the time they are ready to leave Joan Baez is eating potato salad with her fingers from a bowl in the refrigerator, and everyone stays to share it, just a little while longer where it is warm.

I've been an idiot to think that real life could have a happy ending