Quotes About Endings

We don't know how much we are capable of loving until the people we love are being taken away, until a beautiful story is ending.

We don't know how much we are capable of loving until the people we love are being taken away, until a beautiful story is ending.

The heart never fits the journey. Always one ends first.

It all ends in tears anyway.

We speak of stories ending, when in truth it is we who end. The stories go on and on.

After the first death there is no other.' Do you know who wrote that?

After the first death there is no other.' Do

Back then, we still all believed in happy endings. None of us knew yet how many endings and beginnings one story could have.

All roads come to an end, and all ends are the same, trailing off into nothing; even an echo eventually will be silenced" (Kincaid 215).

Don Pepe was a Mexican man: a fatalist. He meant to impart much more than comfort. He meant that all good things would also end. All joy would crumble. And death would visit each and every one of them. He meant that regimes and ancient orders and cultures would all collapse. The world as we know it becomes a new world overnight.

Sometimes relationships grow stronger through conflict; other times relationships end.

My idea of life, it's what happens when they're rolling the credits.

It is done. I will think of them no more. I cast them out and I am finished.

Nothing goes on forever. And if you stay patient, problems tend to go away in time.

Death is an unending rerun until the last person with any memory of you is also dead.

I will tell you what is my overriding perception of the last twenty years: that we are a civilization careening toward a succession of anticlimaxes – toward an infinity of unsatisfying, and disagreeable endings.

If you live long enough, Bill - it's a world of epilogues, Richard Abbott said.

The way you remember or dream about your loved ones - the ones who are gone - you can't stop their endings from jumping ahead of the rest of their stories. You don't get to choose the chronology of what you dream, or the order of events in which you remember someone. In your mind - in your dreams, in your memories - sometimes the story begins with the epilogue.

I will tell you what is my overriding perception of the last twenty years: that we are a civilization careening toward a succession of anticlimaxes—toward an infinity of unsatisfying and disagreeable endings. The wholly anticlimactic, unsatisfying, and disagreeable news that the Rev. Lewis Merrill was my father—not to mention the death of Owen Meany—is just one example of the condition of universal disappointment

HERE is the epilogue; there always is one. In a world where love and sorrow float, there are many epilogues—and some of them go on and on. In a world where doom always muscles in, some of the epilogues are short.

From my locker I collected my sneakers, jock strap, and gym pants and then turned away, leaving the door ajar for the first time, forlornly open and abandoned, the locker unlocked. This was more final than the moment when the Headmaster handed me my diploma. My schooling was over now.

I'm done. It's over. I'm tired of feeling worthless and unappreciated. I'm sorry but I've had enough of this no love. I cant go on anymore. Baby, Its over.

After all we've been through, you made it look so easy to just walk away from me, from us!

Goodbyes hurt more than anything, especially when deep down you know you will never say hello again.