Best 306 quotes in «end quotes» category

It started with those gentle drops and transformed into flood; My emotions are like the unstoppable rain now.

I turned to go home. Street lights winked down the street all the way to town. I had never seen our neighborhood from this angle. There were Miss Maudie’s, Miss Stephanie’s—there was our house, I could see the porch swing—Miss Rachel’s house was beyond us, plainly visible. I could even see Mrs. Dubose’s. I looked behind me. To the left of the brown door was a long shuttered window. I walked to it, stood in front of it, and turned around. In daylight, I thought, you could see to the postoffice corner. Daylight… in my mind, the night faded. It was daytime and the neighborhood was busy. Miss Stephanie Crawford crossed the street to tell the latest to Miss Rachel. Miss Maudie bent over her azaleas. It was summertime, and two children scampered down the sidewalk toward a man approaching in the distance. The man waved, and the children raced each other to him. It was still summertime, and the children came closer. A boy trudged down the sidewalk dragging a fishingpole behind him. A man stood waiting with his hands on his hips. Summertime, and his children played in the front yard with their friend, enacting a strange little drama of their own invention. It was fall, and his children fought on the sidewalk in front of Mrs. Dubose’s. The boy helped his sister to her feet, and they made their way home. Fall, and his children trotted to and fro around the corner, the day’s woes and triumphs on their faces. They stopped at an oak tree, delighted, puzzled, apprehensive. Winter, and his children shivered at the front gate, silhouetted against a blazing house. Winter, and a man walked into the street, dropped his glasses, and shot a dog. Summer, and he watched his children’s heart break. Autumn again, and Boo’s children needed him. Atticus was right. One time he said you never really know a man until you stand in his shoes and walk around in them. Just standing on the Radley porch was enough.

I will fight untill the end

I will never to the end of my days ever begin to understand my fellow human beings.

It will never end. Till the world ends in the chaos of Ragnarok, we will fight for our women, for our land, and for our homes. Some Christians speak of peace, of the evil of war, and who does not want peace? But then some crazed warrior comes screaming his god's filthy name into your face and his only ambitions are to kill you, to rape your wife, to enslave your daughters, and take your home, and so you must fight.

... I want to feel alive... so I don't have any thoughts on so far to ending my life. I still like people's impressions and expressions, I can't stop do that moreover to watch that.... Interesting face... once upon a time a girl asked me "How do I feel"... I said "Not okay"... and that was all... - Pretty confusing!

Mary believes she was put on earth to bring an end to the living world.” Both Nick and Mikey just stared at her. “What do you mean … end?” asked Mikey. “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 …

Living is messy.

Maybe some good things have to end, so new good things can happen.

Murder can sometimes seem justified, but it is murder all the same. You are truthful and clear-minded--face the truth, mademoiselle! Your friend died in the last resort, because she had not the courage to live. We may sympathize with her. We may pity her. But the fact remains--the act was hers--not another.

Motivation begins with the hunger for an end.

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

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

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

Never wait until the end of your life to realize you have not live to fully love.

My father some times he goes crazy, but sometimes nerves, crazy and mad in one place it's like daemon have started to control his life so he ended his life.

My fear for you outweighs my fear of him,” he said simply. “And I told you, didn’t I? If you left, I’d follow you.” But should you try to leave on your own, know that I will go to the ends of the earth to bring you back.

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...

Never keep long and be waiting. Waiters and quitters have just a slight difference but a common end.

No matter the adversity, you can choose and take actions to determine how your story will be written, told, and end. You are the author, actor, and director no matter who else believes they are.

Off, end this lies it's not awesome. Please take this crap, second very clever and smart, but I want to add suffix (-ass), it's very suitable, isn't it?

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.

Pain, or pleasure. I could not tell where one ended and the other began.

Once upon a time the fairy tales begin. But then they end and often you don't know really what has happened, what was meant to happen, you only know what you've been told, what the words suggest.

People will go through their entire lives justifying every damn decision…they’ll fight for all the wrong things, until finally the right thing stares at them square in the face. That’s when the choices start to matter. Because in the end, you’re a creature of habit. So you may want to choose right, but choose wrong in the end — because you’re so damn used to it. It’s tragic, then again, life’s tragic

Over the years, I’ve discovered that as the years go by, sometimes we are energized and enlighten and sometimes we are demoralized and disheartened to realize that in some situations our beginning is our end and in others our end is our beginning.

Pursuing a dream without God’s approval is as dangerous as walking on a rope bridge over a big gutter? Guess the end….!

People use the words "beginning" and "end" to describe the start and end of things. However, "beginning" is really the event of coming together when energy gathers, and "end" is simply the dissolution of that energy. That which came together can easily dissolve if conditions become unfavorable. That which has dissolved may come together again if circumstances are appropriate. Therefore, who is to say that there is a beginning and an end?

Poi ho capito che forse andava bene così: forse va bene anche amare qualcuno pur sapendo che finirà, che tu morirai e quella persona morirà, o che tu andrai da un’altra parte e non la rivedrai mai più, perché è questo che significa essere vivi. La vita sta proprio tutta qui: amare qualcuno.

Professionals and good Samaritans, once be the gardener of the nation, would root up corruption.

Relationships end because once someone has you, they stop doing all the things it took to get you.

Quantum particles do not behave like tennis balls, but like the quantum particles they are. To get from one place to another, they take all the possible paths in space and time as long as these paths link their starting point to their end point. The particle [...] literally went everywhere. Simultaneously. To the left and to the right of the post. And through it. And outside the room. And into the future and back - until the moment when it hit a detector on the wall.

Rewards of life lived with principles; bloom, when life is about to end or has departed already.

Retirement from Job does not mean retirement from life! It is the beginning not an end!

Shall the day of parting be the day of gathering? And shall it be said that my eve was in truth my dawn?

Remember no matter how fast you run, you can't be the winner if you don't finish. As someone said, to be the first to finish, you must finish first! Go, take the strike!

Sharpen your life always; even though it will come to an end like a pencil, we have to keep on writing

-Skończyłam się. Wcale nie jestem smutna. Często się temu dziwiłam, ale nie miałam racji: dlaczegóż miałabym być smutna? Kiedyś byłam zdolna do dość pięknych namiętności. Namiętnie nienawidziłam swojej matki. A ciebie znowu – mówi z wyznaniem – ciebie kochałam namiętnie. Wszystko to oczywiście skończyło się. -Skąd o tym wiesz? -Wiem. Wiem, że już nigdy nie napotkam niczego i nikogo, kto mógłby wzbudzić moją namiętność. Wiesz, żeby móc kogoś pokochać, to całe przedsięwzięcie. Trzeba mieć energię, ciekawość, zaślepienie… jest nawet taka chwila na początku, kiedy trzeba przeskoczyć nad przepaścią: kto się zastanowi, nie zrobi tego. Wiem, że już nigdy nie skoczę. Obecnie żyję w otoczeniu moich martwych namiętności. Próbuję odnaleźć tę piękną wściekłość.

She walked empty handed in the street, where everyone sold their dreams. Ignoring the cold stares of the demon, which guarded it and always craved for the taste of the things every soul hid. At the dead end, it leapt on her. Digging the nails deep into her chest, in the search of the dreams, she hid. Only to be destroyed by the light shot from her heart. The light that blinded the whole world, setting the dreams of others free.

Somehow I never finish what I start, I always end up ending it.

Some habits are self-destructive, even if they look attractive in the beginning, they often lead to a traumatic destiny in the end. Choose your habits as if your life depends on them, because it does.

Sometimes life seems a dark tunnel with no light at the end, but if you just keep moving forward, you will end up in a better place.

She is ugly… end of discussion!

Sometimes things are most beautiful when they're coming to an end.

Survival is overrated.

Speed Up... - Has never been the right decision. SLow Up - ANd speed and without... if you check out what's ahead it won't end. ... PAROLE, PAROLE... WITHOUT IT = Life

That part of your life is over. Set it aside as something you have finished. Complete or no, it is done with you. No being gets to decide what his life is "supposed to be"...'Be a man. Discover where you are now, and go on from there, making the best of things. Accept your life, and you might survive it. If you hold back from it, insisting this is not your life, not where you are meant to be, life will pass you by. You may not die from such foolishness, but you might as well be dead for all the good your life will do you or anyone else.

That was the end of his driving.. That was the end of his walking free.. That was the end of his privacy.. And that was the end of his secret.

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?

The beginning is the best time to think about the end!