32 Ending Quotes

So fades a summer cloud away; So sinks the gale when storms are o'er; So gently shuts the eye of day; So dies a wave along the shore.

A good ending is vital to a picture, the single most important element, because it is what the audience takes with them out of the theater.

All night have the roses heard The flute, violin, bassoon; All night has the casement jessamine stirr'd To the dancers dancing in tune; Till a silence fell with the waking bird, And a hush with the setting moon.

I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity.

And the shadows of tree-trunks and shadows of leaves Interlace with low voices and footsteps and sunlight To divide us forever.

Ae fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae farewell, alas, forever!

'Death' from Collected Poems 1921-1931 (1934)

Now it is all over - let the piper play Ha til mi tulidh [We return no more].

No more Hope, no more Glory, no more parades for you and me any more. Nor for the country... nor for the world, I dare say... None... Gone.

'Then Richard Parker, companion of my torment, awful, fierce thing that kept me alive, moved forward and disappeared forever from my life.' pg. 359

Bang bang! You're dead!

This, Hastings, will be my last case. It will be, too, my most interesting case - and my most interesting criminal.

In a revolution, as in a novel, the most difficult part to invent is the end.

Finish, good lady, the bright day is done, And we are for the dark.

And I would have, now love is over, An end to all, an end: I cannot, having been your lover, Stoop to become your friend!

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight - Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

I drug your ghost across the country, and we plotted out my death.

Here lies, in the small extreme beach, the Captain Of The End.

Il est impossible d'aimer une seconde fois ce qu'on a veritablement cesse d'aimer.

I'll try to say a little more: Love went on and on Until it reached an open door - Then Love Itself Love Itself was gone.

Plaudite, amici, comedia finita est. (Applaud, my friends, the comedy is over.)

'Your brush with greatness is over!'

Bye bye love.

Excuse my dust.