Quotes About Endings

I have never known how to say goodbye. It is a failing that has been with me all of my life. It's especially problematic, given how often partings have come up.

They hadn't loved each other enough in the time they had, and then time ran out.

story is only sad if there's no happy ending. I guess I always believe in that ending.

She learned then that some relationships ended without fireworks or tears or regret. They ended in silence.

For all my dreams of complex new beginnings and convoluted endings, it can be as easy as this: a boy singing hymns again.

Some stories don't have happy endings. Even love stories. Maybe especially love stories." The

If there was one central lesson of her life, it was this: people leave. Parents. Lovers. Friends.

Some stories don't have happy endings. Even love stories. Maybe especially love stories.

Some chapters must be finished, though, some books closed.

It was not a happy ending, but a happy middle - at last, after so many fraught beginnings. Their story would be long. Much would be written of them, some of it in verse, some sung, and some in plain prose, in volumes to be penned for the archives of cities not yet built.

Then it was all over. Or maybe it wasn't. The ones who know can't tell us, and the ones who tell us don't know.

When people die, our dreams of what they could be die with them. Even if ours is the hand that ends them.

Mundanes who involve themselves in things they know nothing about are likely to meet unpleasant endings.

It's a good summer. A full one. With lots of good firsts. Which is good. Since it's the last.

All stories must end so, with the next tale winking out of the corners of the last pages, promising more, promising moonlight and dancing and revels, if only you will come back when spring comes again.

Stories,' the green-eyed Sigrid said, unperturbed, 'are like prayers. It does not matter when you begin, or when you end, only that you bend a knee and say the words.

Endings are lush and lascivious, Vince; they call to me. All spread out on satin inevitabilities, waiting, beckoning, promising impossibly, obscenely elegant solutions—if you've been a good lad and dressed the house just so, for its comfort, for its arousal. All the rest of the nonsense a story requires is must a long seduction of the ending.

It was only a dream. Sometimes they say that, at the end of stories, in the land where Milo was born. And then I woke up—it was only a dream. Stories here do not end like that. I cannot wake up. I do not sleep.

I always die at the end," he whispers, and he is afraid now, his hands shaking. "It is always like this. It is never easy".

Happily ever after, like in the books,

Een groot schrijver is altijd pessimist, want hij weet dat het leven moeilijk begint en slecht eindigt.

Everything that is ended, everything that is last, naturally awakens in man a feeling of sorrow and melancholy. At the same time, it excites a pleasurable feeling, pleasurable in that very sorrow, and that is because of the infiniteness of the idea that is contained in the words ended, last, etc. ( Thus by their nature such words are, and always will be, poetic, however ordinary and common they are, in whatever language and style.)

Don't look for perfect endings, but allow not knowing to lead you to a deeper appreciation of life, so that you get your joy back on the way to an outcome that remains to be revealed.

Endings are the embryos of new beginnings.