Quotes About Endings

It's so much easier to walk away than it is to have to explain to someone that you never want to see them again.

I've read Flowers in the Attic and The Other Side of Midnight and Go Ask Alice and I don't want to read any more books where the girl dies in the end.

Now I was also trying to understand how someone could end such intense desire without leaving a trace. If you had really loved something, wouldn't a little bit of it always linger? A couple of houseplants? A dinky Home Depot Phalaenopsis in a coffee can? I personally have always found giving up on something a thousand times harder than getting it started, but evidently Laroche's finishes were downright and absolute, and what's more, he also shut off any chance of amends.

it was the smidgen of sadness that, at least for me, always accompanies happiness. The disquieting underbelly of loss that comes with getting something you badly want. The thing I'd always understood, even before my mother got sick, was that anything started will inevitably end, anything loved will be lost.

We were never good with good-byes.

I always feel like every song is the last song.

I could have given more and I'm sorry about how it all ended, but I still look back on my time in Germany positively.

And then they bid their final goodbye which marked the end of their story. And beginning of two new stories.

At the end of all things, why do lovers break up? Because love is magic. You have to believe, for it to exist.

You broke my heart.I fell for you and you broke my heart.Period, done, end of story.

Well, it hurts but that maybe the only way.

How do you know when it's over?" "Maybe when you reach a paradoxical state-hating to love someone

The last word of love is ... goodbye.

I love you. Let's get this over with.

But she couldn't start this, because then it would end. Stories like this always ended. She couldn't take this pleasure, because she would spend the rest of her life missing it, hurting from it.

What is it about those unresolved endings that cause you to question every decision when you're trying to move forward?

We have already said more goodbyes than are necessary. Those were goodbyes that brought about the end of partings. We taught each other that no parting is possible.

Sometimes it lasts in love, But sometimes it hurts instead

I never stopped loving you, Ronnie. And I never stopped thinking about you. Even if summers do come to an end.

Maybe we ran out of words, maybe we don't know what to say, maybe we both want to go our separate ways, maybe we want to speak up but we're afraid. All I know is this feeling isn't fading away.

Let it die. Let there be a new beginning. It's awful. Goodnight.

The reason I write romance is that I like happy endings. The idea, you know, 'It's not literature unless is ends badly,' and I really don't like that. There's enough misery and bad things happening in the world.

There's a way out of every disaster except your last one.

There's things that have no finish, Scully, no ending to speak of. There's no justice to it, but that's the God's truth. The only end some things have is the end you give em.