Quotes About Endings

At times I believed that the last page of my book and the last page of my life were one and the same, that when my book ended I'd end, a great wind would sweep through my rooms carrying the pages away, and when the air cleared of all those fluttering white sheets the room would be silent, the chair where I sat empty.

But the story I'm telling here began the day I discovered the affair between Mark and Thelma, and it ended exactly six weeks later. It has a happy ending, but that's because I insist on happy endings; I would insist on happy beginnings, too, but that's not necessary because all beginnings are intrinsically happy, in my opinion. What about middles, you may ask. Middles are a problem. Middles are perhaps the major problem of contemporary life.

You can't just hope for happy endings. You have to believe in them. Then do the work, take the risks.

Youth and age, she thought. Beginnings and endings, connections and constancy. And, love.

Youth and age, she thought. Beginnings and endings, connections and constancy. And, love. She snapped the embrace, but that wasn't it. She snapped the glitter of tears, and still, no. Then Alison lowered her forehead to her grandmother's, and even as her lips curved, a single tear slid down her cheek while the dress glowed and glittered behind them. Perfect. The blue butterfly.

The same as real life, there is no happily ever after.

Would it be so bad? To be the last two people in the world? His hand slips around, wraps around Miss Sneezy's limp fingers, and Mr. Whittier says, Why can't the world end the same way it started?

It's called a culling song. In some ancient cultures, they sang it to children during famines or droughts, anytime the tribe had outgrown its land. It was sung to warriors injured in accidents or the very old or anyone dying. It was used to end misery and pain. It's a lullaby.

The hardest goodbyes are the ones that were never said and never explained, the ones where the story wasn't over.

After all, beauty has only three possible endings, & only one of them is bearable.

What I love most about being a writer is the opportunity to "play Goddess" by creating happy endings for people I care about (my characters) and being able to work in my robe!

Sandy tried to never lose sight of the fact that we tend to order things according to the reality we know, as we discover it. All life is hindsight, really, stories informed by their endings.

Emotional attachments are messy. They end with broken hearts and stalking.

I'm afraid that you're leaving me, so i'm leaving you first.

All partings foreshadow the great final one.

All these things, and a thousand like them, came to pass in and close upon the dear old year one

The bright day is done and we are for the dark.

We were very happy; and that evening, as the last of its race, and destined evermore to close that volume of my life, will never pass out of my memory.

Life is a series of little deaths out of which life always returns.

She did not believe in happy endings... not anymore. There were no endings in life except death. There was only the present moment, the passage of breath into breath, action and reaction, word after word, a story that was still being told.

Happy endings are still endings.

How do you know when it's over? Maybe when you feel more in love with your memories than with the person standing in front of you.

There are so many stories, she thinks, and most of them end up lost.

You can indeed die at the margins of a story, but you are as dead as if it were your own tale ending and never told.