Quotes About Endings

Well, that's the beauty, isn't it? You just never know how it ends.

They die, and so they have impatience.

Nem mindig rajtunk múlik, milyen véget érnek a dolgok.

Love is always real, even when it doesn't last.

Love, when it goes, can sometimes burn to ash. And sometimes it can leave nothing.

Sometimes love does not have the most honorable beginnings, and the endings, the endings will break you in half. It's everything in between we live for. —Ann Patchett, from the essay The Sense of an Ending

When a beautiful road ends, remember how it was to live it over again! When a hard road ends, remember how it was to get a lesson for the future!

i realize i will never hear from dena again, and i will never call her. it gives me a chill. it is a strange thing to end a friendship, even if you know it's what you want. it's like a death; all of a sudden your experience of a person become finite.

Remember all fairy tales end at some point.

Happy endings didn't happen for cheaters, or heroines who started one relationship without finishing another.

2. At the very end of Little Red Riding Hood, the wolf's stomach is filled with a. Granny's famous chicken wings b. Granny c. absolutely nothing

30) Wrong ending? J.K. Rowling herself admits that she regrets not pairing Harry and Hermione together at the end of the series. If she could go back she wouldn't have paired Ron and Hermione with each other.

As soon as the dying stopped, the forgetting began.

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Hearing a story awakens the mythic story living in each of us. It places us in a "mythic condition" that reconnects us to the core imagination and living story at the center of our soul. Being touched by myth carries us to the center where the world is always ending and always beginning again.

They don't like it when you end things the way you want to and don't wait for the way it's "supposed" to happen. What if suicide is the way it's supposed to happen? Do they ever think of that?

La vie qui s'en va en riant / Remplir des entités nouvelles, / La vie n'a pas duré longtemps, / La fin de journée est si belle.

Je vois le soir tomber et le monde mourir.

One night there lowered into my mind one of those dark, sad, and mournful dreams which I cannot banish from my thoughts.. I dreamed that I was married, that I had a child, that this child died, and that over its body…I said to my wife: "Behold our love! Shortly it will decay: this is the way everything ends.

Syksy on tullut, lehdet ovat lakastuneet, sinut ja minut luotiin elämään ajan syksyä. Kaikki ajatukset on ajateltu loppuun, mitään uutta ei enää voi tapahtua, sydämet ovat väsyneet maailmaan.

ONE BY ONE I HAD WATCHED THEM ALL DIE.

Masculine and feminine stories cannot have the same ending.

Sometimes a story just needs an ending, and I used to not be a creative enough person to think of an ending to a romantic story that isn't a wedding or a death. This story didn't end in fireworks, because the truth is, fireworks are something from my twenties. I could have made fireworks, but I chose to make a nuanced memory of a person who is neither a hero nor a villain in my life. All I had to do now was move on.

There were a series of closing kisses, goodbye kisses, kisses placed like lids on boxes—then the lid would pop off and need to be replaced. There, this is the final kiss—no, this is the final kiss. This one is, it really is. And now I'm just kissing that kiss good night.