The end comes when we no longer talk with ourselves. It is the end of genuine thinking and the beginning of the final loneliness.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
We are all so much together, but we are all dying of loneliness.
Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.
At the end of the day I have always seen the end of my relationships as a personal failure. There is nothing ever pretty in saying goodbye.
So many people think being single is the end of something, but it's really a beginning - a good beginning.
Everything comes to an end.
You don't reach points in life at which everything is sorted out for us. I believe in endings that should suggest our stories always continue.
But in the end, in the end one is alone. We are all of us alone. I mean I'm told these days we have to consider ourselves as being in society... but in the end one knows one is alone, that one lives at the heart of a solitude.
We have this time to meet and do something, or just be together, and then we lose it and move to another kind of time, another kind of being, I guess. Those left behind must mourn, remember, and live on as we know.
There is no end. There is no beginning. There is only the passion of life.
The end is the beginning of all things, Suppressed and hidden, Awaiting to be released through the rhythm Of pain and pleasure.