Life and death are always so mixed up together, in the same way some beginnings are endings and some endings become beginnings.
Fate has a habit of not letting us choose our own endings.
When civilization ends, it ends fast.
The road ahead is uncertain, but the end is clear.[to Alicent]
That’s the common misconception about fairy tales. They very rarely have a happy ending.
Players always get played at the end.
Never start something you’re not willing to finish. And if you’re getting f****d either way, go with the lucrative version.[to Sylvester]
In the end, we all have to go back to where we began.
If you think this has a happy ending, you haven’t been paying attention.
If you are interested in stories with happy endings, then you would be better off somewhere else. In this story, not only is there no happy ending, there is no happy beginning, and very few happy things in the middle.
Killing a man instantly robs him of explanation. He has no time to process his final moments. Now, even though he was paralyzed, his mind was still able to understand why his life was ending. We let him die with answers. Otherwise, we’re nothing but ruthless murderers.
In every ending, there is a new beginning.