The real world is not about happy endings. It’s about taking the life you have, and fighting like hell to keep it.
Life is not a fairy tale. Not everyone deserves a happy ending.
I love a happy ending. It’s like Wuthering Heights, which I never read.
For a man of Faith, death is not the end. It’s just a passing.
Everyone deserves their happy ending.
Believing in even the possibility of a happy ending is a powerful thing, but living with that kind of belief… that’s the most powerful thing of all. That’s hope.
You lose your mama and the very next day nobody gives a s*** about her or you because they think the world is ending.
When people don’t tell the truth, it always ends badly.
We may have taken some losses. But it’s not about how you start, it’s about how you finish.
We made it. We’re almost home. And when we finish this, when everyone’s safe, we’ll have all the time in the world to do things differently.
Sometimes a story ends before it’s over with unanswered questions, unresolved plots, lingering suspense, blanketing the world like snow. Or like smoke from a suspicious fire.
It’s your life. You don’t know how long it’s gonna be, but you know it’s got a bad ending. You have to move forward. As soon as you figure out what that is.
