Best 308 of End quotes - MyQuotes

By Anonym 17 Sep

Mustafa Sultan

More I get to know people, the more I tend to end up odd.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Ken Poirot

The greatest joy in traveling is seeing where you end up.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Dean Koontz

If patterns exist in our seemingly patternless lives — and they do — then the law of harmony insists that the most harmonious of all patterns, circles within circles, will most often assert itself.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Sophocles

I am at the end. I exist no more.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Dan Brown

De unde venim? Adevărul e că venim de nicăieri... și de pretutindeni. Apariția noastră se datorează acelorași legi ale fizicii care au creat viața în întregul univers. Nu suntem cu nimic deosebiți. Existăm cu sau fără Dumnezeu. Suntem rezultatul inevitabil al entropiei. Viața nu este unicul rost al universului. Viața este, pur și simplu, ceea ce creează și reproduce universul pentru a disipa energia.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Jo Graham

You are the children of Alexandria, born of Ptolemy’s stolen fire, and you do not know how rare the peace and freedoms you enjoy! In most of the world, men are killed for believing something different from their neighbor, or for having skin or eyes of a different shade, or for wanting something different in life. You do not know, in your innocence, how rare it is, how precious, this city where all of the peoples of the world mingle, and where anyone can believe what they will without fear. You know her beauty, her wealth, but you do not yet know her true treasures.” “I do,” Iras said, and I started. Her voice was clear and strong. “I do. Alexandria’s treasures are her ideas.” “Her freedom,” I said. Isis looked at Cleopatra. She answered, her voice low: “Her people.” Isis nodded. “And that is the core of it. To rule the Black Land, you must love her. From Alexandria Queen of the Seas to the cataracts of the Nile, from the scholars and poets to the farmers in the fields, you must love her. Can you do that, daughter of Ptolemy?” “Yes,” she said, and it seemed to me that Cleopatra stood a little straighter. “It will not be easy,” She said. “I have my sisters to help me.” Her eyes glanced over us again. “You do,” She said. “And they can help you carry this burden, and walk each turn with you, if they are willing.” “Willing to do what?” Iras asked. “To be My hands,” Isis said. “To walk the Progress of Isis. This is no easy time, daughters of Ptolemy. The things that have been built are fragile indeed, and easily lost. Cities fall. Crowns fail. Even the gods themselves may die.” “What can kill a god?” I asked, as I had never imagined such. Even in the stories where gods die, they are always reborn. She smiled, but Her smile did not touch Her eyes. “You would call it Apophis, the serpent who devours all. Unbeing. Uncreation. Things becoming nothing. You cannot imagine what Nothing is like.” She looked at me again, and for a moment I thought She was unnerved. “When men destroy wantonly, they are the servants of Apophis. When men burn books for the pleasure in it, cut down trees to see them fall, kill because they enjoy it, and care for nothing but that the world should make a splendid conflagration, there is Apophis. And against that stands all that We prize, all love, all learning, all joy. All of the people of the earth, under heaven. From the frozen wastes of the north to the shores of seas you cannot yet imagine, every man fights Apophis when he builds and defends and cherishes. But when he tears things down, he opens a door. And he lets Apophis in.” “And that is happening now,” Iras said keenly. Isis nodded. “Again,” She said. “It has happened before, when all was very nearly lost, and all about this Middle Sea cities fell and men died, until there were only the remnants of people, living in hardship and pain, most without even the letters to write or more to give them hope than the vague memory of a time past when there was enough food. It could happen again. And We will do anything to avert it.” “?‘We’?” I asked. She smiled. “The gods of the peoples of these lands, We who love you. We do not want to see Our children suffer. Mother of the World you have named Me, and Mother I am. I do not want to see any people suffer.” “The Black Land is a bulwark,” I said slowly, and it was as though I remembered something I already knew. “The Black Land is strong. It is here that You must make a stand.” She beamed at me like a teacher when a very young student has found a difficult answer. “It is here. The ancient roots of the Black Land, and the bright beacon that is Alexandria. Together, this is where We must make Our stand.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Bruce Mbanzabugabo

Things have an end but LOVE will stand forever. Not love but LOVE.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Olivia Sudjic

It is 23.32 p.m. I still believe in symmetry, so this will be the last part. You've reached an end if you come back to where you started. I also remain superstitious about certain numbers. I use 23 and 32 for my lottery tickets, for example. It extends to dates. I still see signs.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Ken Poirot

I try to avoid stories that end with...and he was never seen again.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Mehmet Murat Ildan

Don’t be afraid of an endless road, but the road with an end!

By Anonym 15 Sep

Michelle Zink

Alice will always be a beautiful mystery. It is one I am content not to solve.I can love her now in her lovely darkness." -Amalia Milthorpe

By Anonym 15 Sep

Anthony Liccione

A smile will go the mile, while a frown will take you down.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Val Emmich

You're born and you keep getting older and grayer and sicker, and no matter what efforts you make to reverse the process, you die, every single time. To repeat: worse, worse, worse, and then death. I have a long way to go before the worst. This is only the beginning.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Michael Bassey Johnson

There is no compromise when it comes to someones delicate feelings, the only way out is to stop pretending and set yourself free from someones life.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Shweta Tale

At the end of hope, hold on a little longer.

By Anonym 20 Sep

James Joyce

What was after the universe? Nothing. But was there anything round the universe to show where it stopped before the nothing place began? It could not be a wall; but there could be a thin line there all round everything. [...] It pained him that he did not know well what politics meant and that he did not know where the universe ended. He felt small and weak. When would he be like the fellows in poetry and rhetoric?

By Anonym 18 Sep

Andrew Armacost

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?

By Anonym 19 Sep

Michelle Zink

To find the books end, cross the ancient wood to the mystic isle. Until then, prepare yourself for the coming battle. . . AND TRUST NO ONE.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Richard Ford

We are past the end of things now, but I don't want to leave.

By Anonym 15 Sep

John Fowles

An answer is always a form of death.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Marcus Du Sautoy

To understand this new frontier, I will have to try to master one of the most difficult and counterintuitive theories ever recorded in the annals of science: quantum physics. Listen to those who have spent their lives immersed in this world and you will have a sense of the challenge we face. After making his groundbreaking discoveries in quantum physics, Werner Heisenberg recalled, "I repeated to myself again and again the question: Can nature possibly be so absurd as it seemed to us in these atomic experiments?" Einstein declared after one discovery, "If it is correct it signifies the end of science." Schrödinger was so shocked by the implications of what he'd cooked up that he admitted, "I do not like it and I am sorry I had anything to do with it." Nevertheless, quantum physics is now one of the most powerful and well-tested pieces of science on the books. Nothing has come close to pushing it off its pedestal as one of the great scientific achievements of the last century. So there is nothing to do but to dive headfirst into this uncertain world. Feynman has some good advice for me as I embark on my quest: "I am going to tell you what nature behaves like. If you will simply admit that maybe she does behave like this, you will find her a delightful, entrancing thing. Do not keep saying to yourself, if you can possibly avoid it, 'But how can it be like that?' because you will get 'down the drain,' into a blind alley from which nobody has yet escaped. Nobody knows how it can be like that.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Becky Allen

The future was chaos, war and blood and thirst, ending with everyone's bones bleached white in the desert. The sand would bury their buildings and bodies, and eventually it would be impossible to tell that anyone had lived in the desert at all.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Edward M. Wolfe

I hate people in general, but you guys are cool with me.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Michael Bassey Johnson

Innocence is the beginning of ignorance. Experience is the end of stupidity.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Kate Mccafferty

To dance to fey music is the beginning of the end.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Akshay Vasu

Being with her always felt like gazing the stars and into the infinity, reading a book which never ends. She had no boundaries, all she knew was to shine, and live without any walls around her on every page.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Christina Engela

Ortez sauntered over to the nearest wall intercom. "Bridge, this is the captain -- what the hell's going on up there? I didn't schedule a combat drill for today." Hell, it occurred to him -- he hadn't scheduled any kind of drill for at least four months. On the other end of the line, young 2nd lieutenant Cedric Pankow, the com officer, let it fall.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Suzanne Collins

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

By Anonym 15 Sep

G. K. Chesterton

A revolution is a military thing; it has all the military virtues; one of which is that it comes to an end. Two parties fight with deadly weapons, but under certain rules of arbitrary honor; the party that wins becomes the government and proceeds to govern. The aim of civil war, like the aim of all war, is peace… They do not create revolution; what they do create is anarchy; and the difference between these is not a question of violence, but a question of fruitfulness and finality. Revolution of its nature produces government; anarchy only produces more anarchy. Men may have what opinions they please about the beheading of King Charles or King Louis, but they cannot deny that Bradshaw and Cromwell ruled, that Carnot and Napoleon governed. Someone conquered; something occurred. You can only knock off the King’s head once. But you can knock off the King’s hat any number of times. Destruction is finite, obstruction is infinite: so long as rebellion takes the form of mere disorder (instead of an attempt to enforce a new order) there is no logical end to it; it can feed on itself and renew itself forever.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Akshay Vasu

We took the path that led others nowhere and only we saw the light at the end of the tunnel. They warned us about the monsters we would encounter, the odds that we would meet. And they laughed when we got the scars while fighting the dragons on our way. When we came back out of the tunnel, holding the sword that they always craved for tightly in our hand. Bleeding and the sun shining on our face. We became the tales they wanted to be. We became the reflections of what they always wanted to see themselves through. We became the warriors they had always imagined of.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Vikrmn

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

By Anonym 15 Sep

Miraak

And when the world shall listen And when the world shall see And when the world remembers That world shall cease to be.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Julian Barnes

You get towards the end of life—no, not life itself, but of something else: the end of any likelihood of change in that life. You are allowed a long moment of pause, time enough to ask the question: what else have I done wrong?

By Anonym 15 Sep

Libba Bray

Dans chaque fin, il y a un début.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Haruki Murakami

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 don't step higher than this'?" Aomame shook her head. 'It's the same thing,' Tamaru said. Aomame said, 'If you use common sense and keep your eyes open, it becomes clear enough where the end is.' Tamaru nodded. 'And even if it doesn't' -- he made a falling gesture with his finger -- 'the end is right there.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Robert Hellenga

Fussing over food was important. It gave a shape to the day: breakfast, lunch, dinner; beginning, middle, end.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Israelmore Ayivor

The deeper the difficulty in fulfilling a dream, the brighter the outcome of its fulfillment and the sweeter the celebration thereof. Persist to the end; don't give up!

By Anonym 15 Sep

Virgil Kalyana Mittata Iordache

As much as I would like to know my path, a part of me is telling me that it is better not too know too many details about the end destination or the obstacles on the journey. If I can only see as much as my headlights will show me, I can travel safely through any kind of weather, knowing that there's life through every sunrise and sunset and when the light is not shining as I'm used to, I can always assure myself that the night sky will show me many fulfilled dreams and hopes portrayed through shining stars, and every now and then reveal me a part of the moon which reflects that everlasting light, whether fully or not, making me aware that the shadow will always have its' mysterious beauty as well in the process of underlying a part of the truth. So let's continue like this, with our eyes set out far away in the galaxy, but with our feet firm in the ground from which we have been raised. Only so will we be able to ground ourselves deeply and reach immeasurable heights, like a tree deeply rooted in mother Earth that stretches its' branches up to the heavens.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Herbert Stein

If something cannot go on forever, it will stop.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Steven Magee

Independence Day, July 4th, or as I know it: The end of tea parties!

By Anonym 16 Sep

Michael Grant

I’m killing Zil. Clear enough? I’m putting him down.” “Whoa, man,” Edilio said. “That’s not what we do. We’re the good guys, right?” “There has to be an end to it, Edilio.” He wiped soot from his face with the back of his hand, but smoke had filled his eyes with tears. “I can’t keep doing it and never reaching the end.” “It’s not your call anymore,” Edilio said. Sam turned a steely glare on him. “You too? Now you’re siding with Astrid?” “Man, there have to be limits,” Edilio said. Sam stood staring down the street. The fire was out of control. All of Sherman was burning, from one end to the other. If they were lucky it wouldn’t jump to another street. But one way or the other, Sherman was lost. “We should be looking to save any kids that are trapped,” Edilio said. Sam didn’t answer. “Sam,” Edilio pleaded. “I begged Him to let me die, Edilio. I prayed to the God who Astrid likes so much and I said, God, if You’re there, kill me. Don’t let me feel this pain anymore.” Edilio said nothing. “You don’t understand, Edilio,” Sam said so softly, he doubted Edilio could hear him over the roar and crackle of the fire raging all around them. “You can’t do anything else with people like this. You have to kill them all. Zil. Caine. Drake. You just have to kill them. So right now, I’m starting with Zil and his crew,” Sam said. “You can come with me or not.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Temitope Ibrahim

If the fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom, then the love of GOD is the apex of it!

By Anonym 15 Sep

Franz Kafka

And thus it happens that the reader, the closer he comes to the novel's end, the more he wishes he were back in the summer with which it begins, and finally, instead of following the hero onto the cliffs of suicide, joyfully turns back to that summer, content to stay there forever.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Anna Akhmatova

Not thus, from cursed lightness having disembarked, I look with worry on the chambers dark? Already used to ringing high and raw, Already judged not by the earthly law, I, like a criminal, am being drawn along To place of shame and execution long. I see the glorious city, and the voice most dear, As though there is no secret grave to fear, Where day and night, in heat and in cold bent, I must await the Final Judgment...

By Anonym 18 Sep

Traci Chee

Survival is overrated.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Charles De Leusse

I love you" begins by I, but it ends up by you. ("Je t'aime" commence par Je, - Mais il finit par toi.)

By Anonym 16 Sep

Helen Oyeyemi

Have you ever heard a note in someone's voice that said 'This is the end?' I heard it in the next words he said to me, and I stopped listening.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Samuel Beckett

I did not know where to begin nor where to end, that's the truth of the matter.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Mokokoma Mokhonoana

The only real reason that some relationships and marriages have not yet been ended is because in each case one of the partners has not yet found their ideal partner or someone they love or at least like.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Angie Sage

... waiting for the spell to end, as all spells must.