The way I’d like to die. I wouldn’t want to die but if I did I would like to die peacefully with no pain in my sleep. Sometimes I dream about dying this way. As long as I had a good life I wouldn’t mind.
Lets begin writing about the end. Or end writing about the begining. It is actually really hard to make a difference. One end is often the start of something else, would it be the same as before without what just ended.
Bedhed
The end. The day we die. The day the earth explodes. No one likes to think about the end. Do they? No one does. But it is just part of life. So deal with it. Make the most of today. We might not exist tomorrow. Live life while you can.
The end. The day we die. The day the earth explodes. No one likes to think about the end. Do they? No one does. But it is just part of life. So deal with it. Make the most of today.
Jodie
The end can be a new beginning of something better for your life. It can be sad or joyous, it can be forever or not, it could be for love
Nelaine
The end is always hard. whether it be the end to a relationship, end to a job or career, or even the end of the road.
How you handle the end is what makes you a strong person. Try looking at it in a different way not the end, but the start of something new.
Francesca
The time had come. It was all over. I stood in shock. How had it come to this. The wasteland that lay before me. I was broken. But suddenly a new light grew. like a faint glow i saw the hope. It was no longer the end.
David Thompson
end of the world maybe? or end of all relationships, or probably the end of a race or in the end by linkin park. dead end? :s happy ending.
siddharth
THe race was almost done. Jake could see the end in sight. He pushed himself one more bit to cross the finish line. Then it happened. He had felt his laces loosen during the race, and it was costing him now. He fell forward and the boy behind him passed him. He had lost the championship.
end. We all have an end, but my end is really just a new beginning. One of infinite and neverENDing love from my savior. John 3:16
carlie
stories always end, i don’t know why but every story has an endding. how gread would it be to have a continuouse story which does not end? is that even possible? enddings are depressing.
xainab xai
Al final encontraron sus cuerpos fusionados, unidos bajo el tronco y encerrados entre las dos espaldas.
The end of time was near. He could hardly breath, could hardly struggle. He tried though, tried to reach out and grab her hand even though the end was so close…. Her fingers were ice as his own touched hers, sending shivers down her spine faster than his thrills. She only wanted to cry, only wanted to move, but the end of time was too close, and she couldn’t even kiss him goodbye.
Champ
So this is the end, huh? Well, okay. I’d like to say I had a good time but… Whatever, man. Just… You know, let’s just get this over with then. I’ll see you around.
At the end, there is no beginning. Unlike an end, the end leads to no more anything. The definitive makes it definite. And isn’t that what we’re all looking for? Definition? Go define the end.
John Komarek
The end of a story can be the best or the worst part of it. Depending on the type of personality traits that you have acquired over the years of living you will take this in many different ways. For example, some people prefer happy endings which can correlate with past events in a lifetime.
adam raymond
End. It’s nearing. We all are nearing it. It… meaning, of course, the end. But, honestly, the end is really the beginning. Well, that’s what I strongly believe anyway. It could be viewed upon as a half-way point, but not so, for the 2nd “half” is so much longer than the first. This first half may end in 70 years on average, but the 2nd “half” goes on for eternity. :)
The beginning of the end. The end of space and time. The beginning of eternity and the end of every race. This was not just the letter “e”, but a girl. A seemingly unimportant girl. Jocelyn Renner, the beginning of the end of the world.
time is running out
the end is near
i don’t know what i’m going to do
i wonder
i wonder
i wonder
Janaye
It’s the end.
Finally, but it’s not over.
The world has come to a close, but life has just begun.
Without the gates to close, the door shall forever be open.
But the angel’s carcass leaves a silver platter.
Nothing but morsels to spare.
The frontier of fragile shards leads the way to freedom.
Let’s take the drop and leap of faith, the end is here.
But the beginning is near.
something finishes, not always a good thing. Its definitive and cemented, once something ends there is no going back there is no way of getting back what you once had whether it be a person, love you shared or the end of an era.
RQ
It’s the end of this… whatever this was.
And I can’t help but feel relieved. No regrets. I tried so very hard. But I feel… good.
our journey,
our many trials,
our many smiles and laughs
and “i hate you’s” and “i’d rather not says”,
this is how it comes to a close.
The beginning is no more.
The middle,
no longer vogue.
Now we come to
our deathbed,
you and I.
And baby,
it’s been a great ride.
the end. happy end. happily forever. ever. together. end of the story. happily even after. to the end of love.
nur
There were no stars that night; the day I died. My last breath was shallow and I was surrounded by coldness. I couldn’t even shiver. My life was so short, I realized, yet it had been beautiful. It was strange how I had always wished for something different, but now I knew it was perfect.
Hesychia
This is the end of our days, the end of our dreams. It was never meant to last and every start must come to and end. Where were you at the end of the day? Where are you now? At the end of the road, waiting for me? To put an end to all of this, to the suffering of an undying love that was never meant to end?
Ana Isabel Gonçalves
the end. the theme of christianity. but how can you live just for the end. christianity is so much better than holocaust though, i can at least do the readings. its challenging but not as challenging
Caroline
for every beginning you have it and it decides how was the beginning, and how it should be closed. It is the end which decides the reason and purpose of doing anything. It is always a mystery untill one finally sees it. And for those who are confident enough and sure that end will be as per their plan are considered to be great personalities long after they have gone.
ankush
The end is always upon us. Creeping on us closer and closer until we realize it’s right behind us, waiting to swallow us whole! But that’s alright, the end only brings the one aspect of life that is the same for everyone – change.
Ryan
the end of a story is the end of eternity which no one wants and why does this website time you just to see what you write. this is one of the worst websites i’ve been on in a long time i mean seriously
cark
the end of the world is coming so grab and umbrella and some big red rain boots. those things won’t really help you when we become engulfed in flames and swallowed up inside of the earth but it’s worth a shot, eh?
Selemne
He remembers a vague pain but that’s all.
He is standing in front of a gate.
He had studied so long for this.
He had been so pure.
He swung open the door.
And inside
No one was there.
sometimes i wonder when this is going to end.
finally we’ve reached it
at least i’ve reached it, i’ve had enough
a whole year and more
just to knot i am never worth it
There are very few expected endings: romantic comedies, bits of rope, that last bit of your chocolate birthday cake. Despite these expected endings, however, the letting go is not easier. The realization of departure, separation, or discontinuation is still ever as cruel when it is done in plain sight. ‘We know not what we have until it is gone’ or maybe we were too busy eating to care.
End can be two things. It can refer to what happens at the culmination, and it refers to that which we aim at. Too often we focus on what is happening now and fail to recognize the end, in both senses. But how are we to ensure that what we do is worthy of us if we fail to consider the end?
It was a Thursday afternoon when the first news story was finally broadcast. It explained why a field of cows had died in Texas and why 48 people had become sick with Spanish flu like symptoms. The people who were sick were later dying and more sick people were taking their places.
It was that Thursday afternoon that everybody stopped and awaited the end.
Aria
she ended it all. she was tired of him. tired of how he treated her. she could be alone. she knew it. even if she did try before and failed. oh, it was hopeless. she needed to be with someone. she was afraid of being alone. but, it could no longer be him. she turned on the computer.
Is it the end of the relationship? Is that the end of the story? Will time tell? Or shall I just end it now, instead of waiting to see if time will tell?
The way I’d like to die. I wouldn’t want to die but if I did I would like to die peacefully with no pain in my sleep. Sometimes I dream about dying this way. As long as I had a good life I wouldn’t mind.
Lets begin writing about the end. Or end writing about the begining. It is actually really hard to make a difference. One end is often the start of something else, would it be the same as before without what just ended.
The end. The day we die. The day the earth explodes. No one likes to think about the end. Do they? No one does. But it is just part of life. So deal with it. Make the most of today. We might not exist tomorrow. Live life while you can.
The end. The day we die. The day the earth explodes. No one likes to think about the end. Do they? No one does. But it is just part of life. So deal with it. Make the most of today.
The end can be a new beginning of something better for your life. It can be sad or joyous, it can be forever or not, it could be for love
The end is always hard. whether it be the end to a relationship, end to a job or career, or even the end of the road.
How you handle the end is what makes you a strong person. Try looking at it in a different way not the end, but the start of something new.
The time had come. It was all over. I stood in shock. How had it come to this. The wasteland that lay before me. I was broken. But suddenly a new light grew. like a faint glow i saw the hope. It was no longer the end.
end of the world maybe? or end of all relationships, or probably the end of a race or in the end by linkin park. dead end? :s happy ending.
THe race was almost done. Jake could see the end in sight. He pushed himself one more bit to cross the finish line. Then it happened. He had felt his laces loosen during the race, and it was costing him now. He fell forward and the boy behind him passed him. He had lost the championship.
end. We all have an end, but my end is really just a new beginning. One of infinite and neverENDing love from my savior. John 3:16
stories always end, i don’t know why but every story has an endding. how gread would it be to have a continuouse story which does not end? is that even possible? enddings are depressing.
Al final encontraron sus cuerpos fusionados, unidos bajo el tronco y encerrados entre las dos espaldas.
The end of time was near. He could hardly breath, could hardly struggle. He tried though, tried to reach out and grab her hand even though the end was so close…. Her fingers were ice as his own touched hers, sending shivers down her spine faster than his thrills. She only wanted to cry, only wanted to move, but the end of time was too close, and she couldn’t even kiss him goodbye.
So this is the end, huh? Well, okay. I’d like to say I had a good time but… Whatever, man. Just… You know, let’s just get this over with then. I’ll see you around.
At the end, there is no beginning. Unlike an end, the end leads to no more anything. The definitive makes it definite. And isn’t that what we’re all looking for? Definition? Go define the end.
The end of a story can be the best or the worst part of it. Depending on the type of personality traits that you have acquired over the years of living you will take this in many different ways. For example, some people prefer happy endings which can correlate with past events in a lifetime.
End. It’s nearing. We all are nearing it. It… meaning, of course, the end. But, honestly, the end is really the beginning. Well, that’s what I strongly believe anyway. It could be viewed upon as a half-way point, but not so, for the 2nd “half” is so much longer than the first. This first half may end in 70 years on average, but the 2nd “half” goes on for eternity. :)
The beginning of the end. The end of space and time. The beginning of eternity and the end of every race. This was not just the letter “e”, but a girl. A seemingly unimportant girl. Jocelyn Renner, the beginning of the end of the world.
time is running out
the end is near
i don’t know what i’m going to do
i wonder
i wonder
i wonder
It’s the end.
Finally, but it’s not over.
The world has come to a close, but life has just begun.
Without the gates to close, the door shall forever be open.
But the angel’s carcass leaves a silver platter.
Nothing but morsels to spare.
The frontier of fragile shards leads the way to freedom.
Let’s take the drop and leap of faith, the end is here.
But the beginning is near.
something finishes, not always a good thing. Its definitive and cemented, once something ends there is no going back there is no way of getting back what you once had whether it be a person, love you shared or the end of an era.
It’s the end of this… whatever this was.
And I can’t help but feel relieved. No regrets. I tried so very hard. But I feel… good.
“this is the end of my rope.”
you say it with shaking hands,
shaking body,
tremors
dancing in your voice.
i glance at you.
back to the floor.
my lines are next:
“this is the end
of everything.”
our journey,
our many trials,
our many smiles and laughs
and “i hate you’s” and “i’d rather not says”,
this is how it comes to a close.
The beginning is no more.
The middle,
no longer vogue.
Now we come to
our deathbed,
you and I.
And baby,
it’s been a great ride.
the end. happy end. happily forever. ever. together. end of the story. happily even after. to the end of love.
There were no stars that night; the day I died. My last breath was shallow and I was surrounded by coldness. I couldn’t even shiver. My life was so short, I realized, yet it had been beautiful. It was strange how I had always wished for something different, but now I knew it was perfect.
This is the end of our days, the end of our dreams. It was never meant to last and every start must come to and end. Where were you at the end of the day? Where are you now? At the end of the road, waiting for me? To put an end to all of this, to the suffering of an undying love that was never meant to end?
the end. the theme of christianity. but how can you live just for the end. christianity is so much better than holocaust though, i can at least do the readings. its challenging but not as challenging
for every beginning you have it and it decides how was the beginning, and how it should be closed. It is the end which decides the reason and purpose of doing anything. It is always a mystery untill one finally sees it. And for those who are confident enough and sure that end will be as per their plan are considered to be great personalities long after they have gone.
The end is always upon us. Creeping on us closer and closer until we realize it’s right behind us, waiting to swallow us whole! But that’s alright, the end only brings the one aspect of life that is the same for everyone – change.
the end of a story is the end of eternity which no one wants and why does this website time you just to see what you write. this is one of the worst websites i’ve been on in a long time i mean seriously
the end of the world is coming so grab and umbrella and some big red rain boots. those things won’t really help you when we become engulfed in flames and swallowed up inside of the earth but it’s worth a shot, eh?
He remembers a vague pain but that’s all.
He is standing in front of a gate.
He had studied so long for this.
He had been so pure.
He swung open the door.
And inside
No one was there.
sometimes i wonder when this is going to end.
finally we’ve reached it
at least i’ve reached it, i’ve had enough
a whole year and more
just to knot i am never worth it
There are very few expected endings: romantic comedies, bits of rope, that last bit of your chocolate birthday cake. Despite these expected endings, however, the letting go is not easier. The realization of departure, separation, or discontinuation is still ever as cruel when it is done in plain sight. ‘We know not what we have until it is gone’ or maybe we were too busy eating to care.
End can be two things. It can refer to what happens at the culmination, and it refers to that which we aim at. Too often we focus on what is happening now and fail to recognize the end, in both senses. But how are we to ensure that what we do is worthy of us if we fail to consider the end?
It was a Thursday afternoon when the first news story was finally broadcast. It explained why a field of cows had died in Texas and why 48 people had become sick with Spanish flu like symptoms. The people who were sick were later dying and more sick people were taking their places.
It was that Thursday afternoon that everybody stopped and awaited the end.
she ended it all. she was tired of him. tired of how he treated her. she could be alone. she knew it. even if she did try before and failed. oh, it was hopeless. she needed to be with someone. she was afraid of being alone. but, it could no longer be him. she turned on the computer.
Is it the end of the relationship? Is that the end of the story? Will time tell? Or shall I just end it now, instead of waiting to see if time will tell?
end pollution abuse hate. end bad vibes negative energy. put an end to fast food and bad habits. fight for what is right, till the end.