#endings

Well, sorry pet, I don't want to be fixed. Whatever your little schoolgirl brain told you about men is absurdly wrong. This isn't a romance. You're not a damsel-in-distress and I'm not the handsome prince come to save you. ↗

— C.J. Roberts

#fairytales #happy-endings #love #love

You're my hero," he murmured. She grinned up at him. "What a coincidence. You're _my_ hero. ↗

— Stephanie Bond

#romantic-mystery #romantic

Most people in America want an easy read. I call it McFiction - books which pass right through you without you even digesting them. I don't mean a book that has two-syllable words. I mean chapters you can read in a toilet break. Happy endings. We are more of a TV culture. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#book #books #break #call #chapters

Life is not so much about beginnings and endings as it is about going on and on and on. It is about muddling through the middle. ↗

— Anna Quindlen

#beginnings #endings #going #life #middle

The story was clearly over, as in juggling when the ball you throw up finds the moment to come down, hesitates as if it might not, and then drops at the same speed of that celestial light. And life is no longer good but just what you happen to be holding. ↗

— E.L. Doctorow

#life #life

...my novels are like life - I never know where they're going until I get to the end... ↗

— John Geddes

#life #plot #purpose #life

I could’ve sworn I was telling the truth when I told you I didn’t miss you. ↗

— pleasefindthis

#endings #love #missing-someone #relationships #love

You know why love stories have happy endings?” I shake my head. “Because they end too early,” she continues. “They always end right at the kiss. You never have to see all the bullshit that comes later. You know, Life. ↗

— Hank Moody

#life #love-stories #life

Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning, every poem an epitaph. ↗

— T.S. Eliot

#death #poetry #death

The anxiety, which in this state of their attachment must be the portion of Henry and Catherine, and of all who loved either, as to its final event, can hardly extend, I fear, to the bosom of my readers, who will see in the tell-tale compression of the pages before them, that we are all hastening together to perfect felicity. ↗

— Jane Austen

#novels #love