I felt clean, all the bone-beaked loneliness birds banished, their rocky nests turned to river stones. Cool, clear water bubbled over them, streams in the desert.
I have a story to tell you. It has many beginnings, and perhaps one ending. Perhaps not. Beginnings and endings are contingent things anyway; inventions, devices. Where does any story really begin? Th...
It ended sadly. The kind of ending where you wait together, holding hands and weeping, while off in another room, love slowly dies.
It's much easier to not know things sometimes. Things change and friends leave. And life doesn't stop for anybody.
Of the two thousand original copies printed of The History of Love, some were bought and read, many were bought and not read, some were given as gifts, some sat fading in bookstore windows serving as...
October knew, of course, that the action of turning a page, of ending a chapter or of shutting a book, did not end a tale. Having admitted that, he would also avow that happy endings were never diffic...
I choose to love you in silence, for in silence I find no rejection.I choose to love you in loneliness, for in loneliness no one owns you but me.I choose to adore you from a distance, for distance wil...
I still smell your absence on my skin. It smells of insomnia and rusted key locks...
In the planning stage of a book, don't plan the ending. It has to be earned by all that will go before it.
And I hope above all you give your heart to someone again no matter how many broken promises you have recieved.
Spring is proof that there is beauty in new beginnings.
Once upon a time I thought I could change stories, make them go the way I wanted, instead of where they actually went.
i know it all ends the same,but i was interested in seeinghow you would break my heart.
Even though their marriage had been dead for over two years (her words, not mine), this put her in the role of the innocent. She was now a woman scorned. ~Shattered Reality
every end should be followed by great new beginning
And in fact the only way I can deal with this eerie situation at all is to make a conscious decision that I have already lived and finished the life I planned to live - and everything from now on will...
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.
Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you.
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.
Ends are not bad things, they just mean that something else is about to begin. And there are many things that don't really end, anyway, they just begin again in a new way. Ends are not bad and many en...
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