#endings

Catherine Land liked the beginnings of things. The pure white possibility of the empty room, the first kiss, the first swipe at larceny. And endings, she liked endings, too. The drama of the smashing glass, the dead bird, the tearful goodbye, the last awful word which could never be unsaid or unremembered. It was the middles that gave her pause. This, for all its forward momentum, this was a middle. The beginnings were sweet, the endings usually bitter, but the middles were only the tightrope you walked between the one and the other. No more than that. ↗

— Robert Goolrick

#endings #middle #drama

And there are really never endings, happy or otherwise. ↗

— Erin Morgenstern

#end #happy-endings #life #stories #dreams

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

Yeah, I don't necessarily like endings that contrive an artificial moment of completion. ↗

— Daniel Clowes

#completion #contrive #endings #i #like

Do you like foreign films?” “With subtitles?” “Yes.” “I hate those types of films.” “Me too,” Cliff says. “Mostly because - “ “No happy endings. ↗

— Matthew Quick

#happy-endings #film

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

...love is suffering - that's the happy ending... ↗

— John Geddes

#love #suffering #love

As we went into the tunnel, I didn't hold up my arms like I was flying. I just let the wind rush over my face. And I started crying and smiling at the same time. Because I couldn't help feeling just how much I loved my aunt Helen for buying me two presents. And how much I wanted the present I bought my mom for my birthday to be really special. And how much I wanted my sister and brother and Sam and Patrick and everyone else to be happy. But mostly, I was crying because I was suddenly very aware of the fact that it was me standing up in that tunnel with the wind over my face. Not caring if I saw downtown. Not even thinking about it. Because I was standing in the tunnel. And I was really there. And that was enough to make me feel infinite. ↗

— Stephen Chbosky

#happiness #infinite #love