From too much love of livingFrom hope and fear set free,We thank with brief thanksgivingWhatever gods may beThat no life lives for ever;That dead men rise up never;That even the weariest riverWinds somewhere safe to sea.Then star nor sun shall waken,Nor any change of light:Nor sound of waters shaken,Nor any sound or sight:Nor wintry leaves...

A story has no beginning or end: arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead.

Begin each day with the hope of ending it with the bests of your steps. Plan the day ahead and ensure that the plans are worthy of ensuring your dreams are achieved. Get started.

writing is like being in love. You never get better at it or learn more about it. The day you think you do is the day you lose it. Robert Frost called his work a lover’s quarrel with the world. It’s ongoing. It has neither a beginning nor an end. You don’t have to worry...

It’s the end of time every moment, for someone.

An answer is always a form of death.

But if there must be an end, let it be loud. Let it be bloody. Better to burn than to wither away in the dark.

t was once famously said that it is as well that wars are so ruinously expensive, else we would never stop fighting them. However well said, it seems also to be endlessly forgotten that, while there may be just wars and unjust wars, there are never any cheap wars.

I know the resolution. I know the end of the story before it ever begins. I must choose love. And for this, I will surely die.

But could words bethe end of me?

In this world, you have to die to find peace.

In February 1912, ancient China came to an end when the last of three millennia of Chinese emperors abdicated.Imagine twentieth-century Italy coming to terms with the fall of the Roman empire or Egypt with the last pharaoh abdicating in 1912. For China, the last century has been a period of transition – dramatic change and...

Metaphysics is the other end of physics.

This was not a love story that ended in tragedy.This was a tragedy that ended in a love story.

The end is in the beginning and lies far ahead.

The great miraculous bell of translucent ice is suspended in mid-air.It rings to announce endings and beginnings. And it rings because there is fresh promise and wonder in the skies.Its clear tones resound in the placid silence of the winter day, and echo long into the silver-blue serenity of night.The bell can only be seen...

The end always doesn’t justify the means you used to reach there.

If the world needs to end on its own choice, it would have end by now.

You go on and on and on. I’ll never get to the end of you.

End means end. Complete and total destruction. She wants to kill everyone and everything. She wants to bring down every building, burn every forest, empty every ocean of life. She wants to turn the earth into a dead planet …

When the devil wants to punish his worshippers, he uses the trick of karma.

The end is the best part of any story

Trusting the resolve in my heart is but a stepping stone to the future I now see clearly.

The basic formula of life… SURVIVE. EAT. SHIT. FUCK. BUY A HOUSE and DIE. It’s all been scripted. But there’s no need to see the second act. You already know how the play ends, don’t you?

Usiangalie nyuma kujutia vitu ulivyovifanya, angalia nyuma kujifunza kutokana na makosa uliyofanya.

The beginning seems bitter to you, but the end is sweeter for you. However, you can’t get through to the end without having a beginning. You must begin by all means.

Love as much and as hard as you can because one day in your life near the end, you may forget how it truly feels.

A moment should have a beginning, a middle and an end, but not necessarily in that order.

Dans chaque fin, il y a un début.

The ending shouldn’t determine the meaning of anything, a story or a life. Logically, I don’t think it can–didn’t Heidegger say something to that effect? That the meaning of all our moments cannot be contingent upon an end-point over which we have no control? That if we are happy right now, that means something, even...

Life starts from a white hole and ends in a black hole.

No reason to force it.”All things are subject to their own nature, Vin, Ruin said, seeming to flow around her. She could feel its touch on her—wet and delicate, like mist. You cannot blame me for what I am. Without me, nothing would end. Nothing could end. And therefore, nothing could grow. I am life....

End? No, the journey doesn’t end here. Death is just another path. One that we all must take.

In the end, all or nothing will matter.

And we all end up where we started

Energy is the other end of Matter.

love some one the way that its the last hour of the last day.

At the end of the life you have to live your day alone and vice-versa.

My children, who don’t know they play on a graveyard.

…because wherever else the future leads, it leads ultimately to death, the end that is present in my beginning and in yours.

You were saved not by work, but for work. Do it till all is done. By your Inventions, Innovations, Initiatives, Improvements, Involvements, Imaginations, Information, Interventions and Inspirations… Go the extra mile and dare to do it.

All’s well that ends well.”Assuming there’s an end somewhere,’ Aomame said.Tamaru formed some short creases near his mouth that were faintly reminiscent of a smile. ‘There has to be an end somewhere. It’s just that nothing’s labeled “This is the end.” Is the top rung of a ladder labeled “This is the last rung. Please...

A moment’s beginning ends in a moment

Truth, meanwhile, was a weaponthat even a damaged fist could still grasp and wield. It was a remarkably versatile commodity; it could be traded, or help serve an end, or produce aprofit.

I am an old man, and I am dying…Will you remember me, Jacob?”I promise, one day, I will join you, Mr. Gold.”Mr. Gold’s laughter sounded like a trumpet and brought light to the corners of the room.

Life. It begins and begins and begins. An infinite number of times. It is all beginnings until the end comes. Sometimes we know it and sometimes we do not, but, at every moment, life begins again.

Now it is time!” then louder, “Time!”; and then so loud it could have shaken the stars; “TIME.” The door flew open.

Mwisho wa sura si mwisho wa kitabu. Fungua ukurasa mwingine.

Credevo l’avrei sentito. Il punto di rottura, di non ritorno. Il momento in cui tutto finisce, perchè semplicemente non ce l’hai fai più. Pensavo avrebbe fatto male. Invece non sento nulla. Forse è proprio questo il punto di rottura: il nulla. Ok. Ci sono. E ora?

Life is on-going experiment. The moment the experiment ends, life ends.