But she couldn’t start this, because then it would end. Stories like this always ended. She couldn’t take this pleasure, because she would spend the rest of her life missing it, hurting from it.

The end of a melody is not its goal: but nonetheless, had the melody not reached its end it would not have reached its goal either. A parable.

You’re just another story I can’t tell anymore.

The problem with books is that they end.

It might be high summer all about but inside me everything is fall. The lonesomeness of a sad, slow closing of days, knowing frost is nigh and wind needling through the cabin chinks is just...

It is always important to know when something has reached its end. Closing circles, shutting doors, finishing chapters, it doesn’t matter what we call it; what matters is to leave in the past those moments...

The owl of Minerva begins its flight only with the coming of the dusk.

A moment’s beginning ends in a moment

When someone you love says goodbye you can stare long and hard at the door they closed and forget to see all the doors God has open in front of you.

Our story may have any number of endings but its start is a singular choice we make today.

I could’ve sworn I was telling the truth when I told you I didn’t miss you.

Every end should be followed by great new beginning.

There are only three possible endings —aren’t there? — to any story: revenge, tragedy or forgiveness. That’s it. All stories end like that.

It’s much easier to not know things sometimes. Things change and friends leave. And life doesn’t stop for anybody.

So for now,I will miss you like I’ll never see you again,And the next time I see you,I will kiss you like I’ll never kiss you again,And when I fall asleep beside you I will...

The best thing about endings is knowing that just ahead is the daunting task to start over.

A best friend is the only one that walks into your life when the world has walked out.

Despite the fact that I have no regrets about how things turned out in my life, I still can’t help wanting to understand my intense relationship with Leo, as well as that turbulent time between...

…my novels are like life – I never know where they’re going until I get to the end…

There’s nothing on Earth like really nailing the last line of a big book. You have 200 pages to tickle their fancy, and seven words to break their heart.

Build your life on your dreams; because dreams never have bad endings.

Endings to be useful must be inconclusive.

The best endings resonate because they echo a word, phrase, or image from earlier in the story, and the reader is prompted to think back to that reference and speculate on a deeper meaning.

L’Avventura,’ Dad said, ‘has the sort of ellipsis ending most American audiences would rather undergo a root canal than be left with, not only because they loathe anything left to the imagination-we’re talking about the...

Your dignity can be mocked, abused, compromised, toyed with, lowered and even badmouthed, but it can never be taken from you. You have the power today to reset your boundaries, restore your image, start fresh...

He nods, as if to acknowledge that endings are almost always a little sad, even when there is something to look forward to on the other side.

I know you’re just a rag doll now, sewn together with memories that we might have had. I know you’re just the dream inside of a dream And don’t worry, I know I don’t know...

With us, there were always too many false starts. I believe that what’s meant to be usually has a way of working out… and with us, it never did. Call it timing, call it fate,...

We must be conscious of this; one day, the life we have, will be gone.

There were never going to be any happy ending for me. I know that now. But that is all right. That is all right.

In my limited realm of experience, beginnings led to endings.

Jason knew his life would never be the same again. British intelligence now had an ace up their sleeve, and Jason had to overcome his fears and deal with the secret world he was now...

But there was a fire waiting. And there was a little meal laid out on a blanket. And there was a whole world beyond that shoreline, beyond the forest, beyond the knuckle mountains, beyond, beyond,...

Khattam-Shud,’ he said slowly, ‘is the Arch-Enemy of all Stories, even of language itself. He is the Prince of Silence and the Foe of Speech. And because everything ends, because dreams end, stories end, life...