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This was defeat. This was failure; a quiet, ashen world. True humility and obedience, where the knee is bowed to the inevitable, the ring is kissed without pride or restraint.
A happy ending was promised, and a happy ending was delivered.
The end is simply the beginning of an even longer story.
The ending is immense. Tell it plainly".
Some goodbyes are not ends but releases.
Now at last I have come to see what life is, Nothing is ever ended, everything only begun, And the brave victories that seem so splendid Are never really won.
The end has to come from within.
Graduation is not the conclusion of an achievement but simply the ending of one chapter and the beginning of another chapter
We have an epilogue, remember?
Modus in rebus there must be an end of things.
Endings, it seems, are not all they're cracked up to be.
An ending was an ending. No matter how many pages of sentences and paragraphs of great stories led up to it, it would always have the last word.
This might be the happy ending without the ending
Amidst the rush of worldly comings and goings, I observe how all endings become beginnings
No sooner did we start than it all came to an end.
'It is finished' is the triumphant cry that what I came to do has been done. All is accomplished, completed, fulfilled work.
The feeling is less like an ending than just another starting point.
The last act crowns the play.
This is the end of our sentence
And this is how the ending starts.
And then it was over
Yeah, I don't necessarily like endings that contrive an artificial moment of completion.
...A good Book, has no Ending...
End of the First Book
And my cases end like all stories end: with a sunset, and a kiss, and redemption, and iron shoes, and a sear of light from the shadows, a gun-muzzle flash that illuminates everything as the rain just keeps coming down in the motley, several-colored light of the back end of the world.
But it was an ending.
In the menu, there should be a climax and a culmination. Come to it gently. One will suffice.
I had planned to accomplish something considerable, and this is the end.
Few things linger longer or become more indwelling than that feeling of both completion and emptiness when a great book ends. That the book accompanies the reader forever from that day forward is part of literature's profligate generosity.
Let's get it over and the door closed shut on it! Let's close it like a book and go on reading! New chapter, new life.
All was ended now, the hope, and the fear and the sorrow,
All the aching of the heart, the restless, unsatisfied longing,
All the dull, deep pain, and constant anguish of patience!
Still ending, and beginning still!
Endings are rubbish. No such thing. Never has been, never will be. There is only the place where you choose to stop talking. Everything else goes on forever.
You don't always have to have the ending, but you want to have a satisfactory conclusion.
The End" is just the beginning.
I know how you love endings, so I will write one for you.
A story has been thought to its conclusion when it has taken its worst possible turn.
Another chapter closes before it has the chance to begin
You slogged from the terrifying emptiness of the blank page to the two most beautiful words in a writer's vocabulary: The End.
Let others think what they like: for me, the culmination of life consists of a pure and subtly dramatic passion.
Farewell, hello, farewell, hello.
And that was the end of the beginning of that
There is no more final end than death.
In the end, it all begins
The play is done; the curtain drops,
Slow falling to the prompter's bell
A moment yet the actor stops
And looks around to say farewell.
This was a legitimate end to a life of illegitimate beginnings.
Now that I expect nothing, now that I no longer entertain the slightest hopes, the end of this adventure becomes simply a matter of curiosity.
Theirs is an American tragedy in which we all have played a part. It could go on and on, or someone must write "The End" to it. I have concluded that only I can do that. And if I can, I must.
Endings are hard, but important. You have to have an end, so you can have another beginning.
I feel so much the continual death of everything and everybody, and have so learned to reconcile myself to it, that the final and official end loses most of its impressiveness.
CHAPTER XIV THE WINDING-UP
This is not "how your story ends". It's simply where it takes a turn you didn't expect.
The final conclusion of the absurdist protest is, in fact, the rejection of suicide and persistence in that hopeless encounter between human questioning and the silence of the universe.
In both our personal and professional lives, there are times when reality dictates that we must stand up and 'end' something. Either its time has passed, its season is over, or worse, continuing it would be destructive in some way.
The great end of art is to strike the imagination with the power of a soul that refuses to admit defeat even in the midst of a collapsing world.
There's no end to the stoppage of this drama
This is not the end. It is not even the begging of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the begging.
The dog dies, the end
The meaning is the ending.
Anticlimax is, of course, the warp and way of things. Real life seldom structures a decent denouement.
It is the beginning of the end.
[Fr., C'est le commencement de al fin.]
Their embrace had been a battle, the climax a victory.
When it's over it's over. No questions, no tears, no farewell kisses.
Farewell Hope, and with Hope farewell Fear
Death was final. There was no time for a final kiss or caress, to apologize for a harsh word or argument. The world imploded with no warning.
Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content!
Farewell the plumed troops, and the big wars
That make ambition virtue.
end. Before I even meant to do
There is no real ending. It's just the place where you stop the story.
You will not be content, I know, to remain in the dark. Nay, the end, the very end, may give you a gleam of peace.
Finish, good lady; the bright day is done, And we are for the Dark.
Imbuing fiction with a life that extends beyond the last word is in some ways the goal: the ending that goes beyond the ending in the reader's mind, so invested are they in the story.
Death, the final, triumphant lover.
The best part is coming."
"What's the best part? You swallowing an entire cow whole?"
"No. That's the finale.
Defeat is a thing of weariness, of incoherence, of boredom, and above all futility.
It was over, the awkward moment, the dreaded moment, sliding past in a ripple of commonplaces, the easy mechanical politenesses that are so much more than empty convention; they are the greaves and cuirasses that arm the naked nerve.
If we take care of the means, we are bound to reach the end sooner or later. When once we have grasped this point, final victory is beyond question. Whatever difficulties we encounter, whatever apparent reverses we sustain, we may not give up the quest for truth.
It's a sign of this film's greatness that the enormous sadness that accompanies the final leave-taking of the circus interior is a good deal more than the conclusion of an unpretentious evening's entertainments; it's a sublime and awesome coda to the career of one of this century's greatest artists.
There is a special sadness at the end of a journey. For it's only when you get to your destination that you discover the road doesn't end here after all.
This is the end. This is as far as you can go. After this it all starts over again.
CURTAIN CALL
The world is our stage and the final act can highlight or ruin a beautiful play
It is the end that crowns us, not the fight.
An end is only a beginning in disguise.
Over. Done. Gone.-- Wen Spencer
As subjects, we all live in suspense, from day to day, from hour to hour; in other words, we are the hero of our own story. We cannot believe that it is finished, that we are 'finished,' even though we may say so; we expect another chapter, another installment, tomorrow or next week.
The ending is the beginning, and the beginning is the first step, and the first step is the only step.
As one tale ends, so another begins.
The die has been cast.
........end of!.....
The ending of a story tells us what it means.
...there is a sense of defeat at having come so far to be stopped by a mystery that can never be fathomed.
So, at the last, a story.
Nothing's worse than a story without an end.
I like to end stories where the readers have a little room to run. They can resolve things as they like in their own mind.
Death is the only pure, beautiful conclusion of a great passion.
Every good story-teller nowadays starts with the end, and
then goes on to the beginning, and concludes with the
middle ...
Eventually I fall asleep, savoring the melancholy pleasures of victory. I wake with a start to a muffled sound: the wolves could not wait for us to withdraw; they are already devouring the bodies.
There is victory in surrender.
Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end.
But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.
I think it's a bit like coming to the end of a book. The plot's in its thickest, all the characters are in a mess, but you can see that there aren't fifty pages left, and you know that the finish can't be far off.
The finishing stroke of all sorrow.