Quotes About Endings

No', he thought. 'I don't want it to be like that. I'm tired. Too tired to accept the perspective of endings which are beginnings, and starting everything over again.

Jestem zmÄ™czony. Zbyt zmÄ™czony, by akceptowa? perspektywÄ™ koÅ"ców, które sÄ… poczÄ…tkami, od których trzeba wszystko zaczyna? od nowa.

A conclusion is the place where you got tired thinking.

My prime motivation is wanting to be happy. I'm not worried about fame. In this profession, it's not a question of if it ends, it's when. So it doesn't matter.

Death solves all problems - no man, no problem.

I have an instinctual distrust of conventional happy endings.

In the depth a light will grow, A silver shine no shadows know, Like wings unfolding in the sky, That circle 'round a gleaming eye, Turning darkness all away, Even depths will know their day, For every shadow has its end, In light! Life will return again!

Let the red dawn surmise What we shall do, When this blue starlight dies And all is through." (The Yellow Sign)

All happy endings are the same, but every unhappy ending is unhappy in its own way.

We have to say goodbye to everything eventually, and life is punctuated with a thousand goodbyes, some greater, some smaller, all along the way.

Many of my better short stories are just the last chapters of novels I did not write.

My father once told me that a happy ending is just the place where you choose to stop telling the story. So this is where I choose to stop. More things are still going to happen, of course, some good, some bad. Some things never get any better. When people die they stay dead. None of us knows why we love, or why we stop loving, or why everyone we love we lose.

You never like it to happen, for something as hopeful and sudden as a January thaw to come to an end, but end it does, and then you want to have some quilts around.

Cuori piccoli, li nutriamo di grandi illusioni, e al termine del processo camminiamo come discepoli a Emmaus, ciechi, al fianco di amici e amori che non riconosciamo, fidandoci di un Dio che sa più di se stesso. Per questo conosciamo l'avvio delle cose e poi non ne riceviamo la fine, mancando sempre il loro cuore. Siamo aurora ma epilogo, perenne scoperta tardiva.

And she, Isabel, had gone along with this and all the time what was happening was she was becoming increasingly possessive of Jamie without ever having to acknowledge it. Now there was another woman, a girl really, and there was an obvious intimacy between them, which would exclude her as it would have to do, and that would be the end of everything.

Do it. Go there. Take it away, permanently. Deliver the fear. Force the task. Remove all hope. Demand the sacrifice. Enact defeat. Wreck everything. Great endings are built of great climaxes: enormous feats, worst fears, tremendous losses, harrowing sacrifices, utter destruction.

Life would be a great deal easier if dead things had the decency to remain dead.

In reality, the events that we label as outcomes are never really endpoints. Instead, they are artificially imposed milestones, just as the ending of a movie is really an artificial end to what in reality would be an ongoing story. And depending on where we choose to impose an "end" to a process, we may infer very different lessons from the outcome.

You may be reborn a thousand times, but you can never know the real, for only that which dies, that which comes to an end, can renew itself.

This is a modern fairytale. No happy endings. No wind in our sails. But I can't imagine a life without. Breathless moments.

In real life, things don't all end at the nice same place. To keep the story real, there has to be kind of a ragged edge at the end of a novel.

Happy endings aren't for cowards. I've been alive for how many years, and I've just found that one out. I learned to be unfaithful from my parents. Not infidelity in the classic sense- but I was always prepared for the unhappy ending, which made me less willing to word toward a happy one. I was unfaithful to the idea of a well-adjusted future.

Everything comes to an end, reader. It is an old truism to which may be added that not everything that lasts, lasts for long. This latter part is not readily admitted; on the contrary the idea that an air castle lasts longer than the very air of which it is made is hard to get out of a person's head, and this is fortunate, otherwise the custom of making those almost eternal constructions might be lost.

Let me tell you something straight off. This is a love story, but not like any you've heard. The boy and the girl are far from innocent. Dear lives are lost. And good doesn't win. In some places, there is something ultimately good about endings. In Neverland, that is not the case.