We go along, without a fixed itinerary, yet at the same time with an end (what end?) in mind, and with the aim of reaching the end. A search for the end, a dread of the end: the obverse and the reverse of the same act.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
One approaches the journey's end. But the end is a goal, not a catastrophe.
It is good to have an end to journey toward, but it is the journey that matters in the end.
Everything has an end.
About the time we can make the ends meet, somebody moves the ends.
The further forward we go, the further back we have to explore in order to go forward again.
Everything comes to an end.
I know that all good things must come to an end and I've had an incredible ride. I just want to end it on the right note.
Keeping our eyes on journey's end is what we need - the place where we see at last the world that is greater than the world, the new creation that cannot be contained in present thought or social order or piety.
The end is the beginning of all things, Suppressed and hidden, Awaiting to be released through the rhythm Of pain and pleasure.
The end is in the beginning and lies far ahead.