Quotes About Endings

There comes a time in every life when the curtain is coming down, and when that time is present and there's no way to turn back the clock, the best answer is dignity and peace.

I want to say goodbye to you, leave you on your back porch and go. Even though we both know this is how it should be, I don't expect either one of us is going to like it too much. Especially the morning we say goodbye.

At the darkest moments of the war, in the thick of the battle, I always faced peril with a feeling of invincibility. Nothing could happen to me because I was her happy ending.

What good was a love affair that ended with the last train to the country, and Christmas presents that had to be given the day before Christmas because holidays were family times, and knowing that you would still be as alone as before because you could never telephone the man you loved when you needed him?

The buffalo were taking leave of the earth and all they loved," said the old chiefs and hunters after years had passed and they could tell what split their hearts. "The buffalo went crazy with grief to see the end of things. Like us, they saw the end of things and like many of us, many today, they did not care to live." *

But the worst of imagining things is that the time comes when you have to stop and that hurts

It's too bad war makes people disappear like chess pieces, and that prisons turn prisoners into movie endings.

That is the nature of endings, it seems. They never end. When all the missing pieces of your life are found, put together with glue of memory and reason, there are more pieces to be found.

And so fate—if you can call it that—changed course over the rainforest canopy, and kindnesses and miracles poured like quenching rain after a drought. Such is the nature of happy endings.

That's the thing about suicide. Try as you might to remember how a person lived his life, you always end up thinking about how he ended it.

There'd never been any closure. There hadn't even been good-byes.

Arthur Less's life with Robert ended around the time he finished reading Proust. It was one of the grandest and most dismaying experiences in Less's life—Marcel Proust, that is—and the three thousand pages of In Search of Lost Time took him five committed summers to finish.

With lovers, though, the end is always there. It is a death as certain as the real death, and those of us in love, as at the bedside, begin to prepare ourselves. We might say it isn't working, or I can't give you what you need, and yet a day later there he is in your arms, and who can help it? There is the good-bye, and the good-bye, and the good-bye, and which will stick? Who can ever say, this is the last? One one is true, but all of them feel true, and the tears we shed are equal every time.

Così comincerò dalla fine, dicendovi che siamo tutti il grande amore di qualcuno

unlike Edith Piaf, I regret everything just because it is finished

Carmen didn't like change, and she certainly didn't like endings.

We never do anything consciously for the last time without sadness of heart.

ADIEU  (ADIEU')   adv.[from à Dieu, used elliptically for à Dieu je vous commende, used at the departure of friends.]The form

In politics, what begins in fear usually ends in folly.

The importance of our connection, what it meant to find each other again, the way it made what happened to us and between us not be a waste, not be for nothing. He would know, he had to know, that not saying good-bye would be the worst end of all.

But I'd long ago learned not to be picky in farewells. They weren't guaranteed or promised. You were lucky, more than blessed, if you got a good-bye at all.

It was terrible and awful when someone left you. You could move on, do the best you could, but like Eli had said, an ending was an ending. No matter how many pages of sentences and paragraphs of great stories led up to it, it would always have to have the last word.

I would have loved to know how it felt, just once, to have something fall apart and see options instead of endings.

Everything had started in such sharp detail, each aspect pronounced and clear. Obviously, endings were different. Harder to see, full of shapes that could be one thing or another, with all the things that you were once so sure of suddenly not familiar, if they were even recognizable at all.