The slave begins by demanding justice and ends by wanting to wear a crown. He must dominate in his turn.
The good ended happily, and the bad unhappily. That is what Fiction means.
The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?
Sometimes a girl has to stop waiting around and come up with her own fairytale ending.
Not only are there no happy endings. There aren’t even any endings.
Knowledge of human nature is the beginning and end of political education.
Journeys end in lovers meeting.
It all ends in tears anyway.
I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.
I don’t see how he can ever finish, if he doesn’t begin.
He is the happiest man who can set the end of his life in connection with the beginning.
Happy endings always made her cry. It was the relief.
