You make a decision or take action, then stick with it and don’t be swayed.
Have the courage of your convictions.
Random
Finally the final word. At the end of all is finality. Is it the same as cessation? if the world came to an end would we have the final hour – the big unbang.
EAMHarris
All day she’d been busy tidying up. The guests would be arriving soon and there was just the final task on her list. She dreaded it with a passion, but it had to be done: cleaning the grease trap..
there will always be a time where we’ll be on our verge in breaking down. after that final moment of consciousness, you’ll find yourself composed with wet cheeks and red eyes.
This is a final chapter of someones life. not mine. I think that future will bring us some way to expand those final moments more and more and more … At the end there will be no final
stemapunk
He crossed the finish before letting himself double up — the last descent had felt tougher than the hiill climb – his father stood before him mutttering –what’s that you old beggar he gasped — only a wee bit faster than your uncle – but nowhere close to my best the old man snorted
its the end, the final chapter. where you close the book and say that’s it. i knew it wasn’t the end, that night you said goodbye. it wasn’t final.
the end is when we die.
kourtni
The end. The finishing point. The last chance.
Final is often used in sporting terms.
Final, this is probably my final line to be honest with you.
Adele
Final is the end of a score in sports. If you go to school final means final grades. Any final decisions in business completing.
Ana
It’s the last time. The final time I do this. Whatever this is. I can’t think today. I’m confusing myself. I don’t even understand this. Final. Timed or not? No heats? Why? Finally.
The final few yards the going got tougher, but Jensen slogged on through the gray drifts of radioactive muck. He blew his nose on his sleeve and noticed he left a bright red streak. Great, he thought, and just when I was almost home safe.
the end. no mistakes. no going back. an asshole. a small dot in eternity. forever. there kind of like you nightmare where you take a door and cant go back the same way.
trina
final – today’s flight back into sydney is the final time we will be coming through the international arrivals gate here. it’s weird that coming back to sydney today almost feels like coming home, but i know my final destination of the usa will be the better and only “real” version of home to me.
ONE WORD IS AMAZING BECAUSE IT MEANS ME HAVING TO COME OUT. i LOVE BEING ALIVE ALTHOUGH YOU’D NEVER KNOW IT.
leslie payne
It’s the last straw. It’s the end. It’s the last word that was spoken before the curtain closed. It was the big finish that left us with tears in our eyes. It’s the last page, before you close the book on the story that we spent so much time to make last. And it did last, but there is always an end. There is always a final moment before we shut our book. And I open a new one.
Karen
Finality is not a concept we should shy away from or be afraid of, but rather one we should embrace. It is not necessarily the this-is-over-and-we-can-never-go-back, but the closure and the clarity of the experience gained.
ttabby
The final draft. Are you ready for your words to be judged? Are you sure that every letter, every punctuation mark is just right? It is final…final.
I sit here, pondering this word… at first I think about how I can re-write it. Perhaps there’s something to that? maybe it indicates that I’d dream up a way to make anything final re-worked? different… posing it, infinite?
Laura Scaife
The end. There is nothing else to say because the subject is closed. It is the last word, the last look, the last breath. It is the end.
i dont like finals. i dont like studying for finals, i dont like taking finals. Too much riding on them, they make or break your grade. I also dont like the word final, its so definite, and . . . final. I would rather have something open ended i guess, more freedom. . .
Sam
a final goodbye to everyone in the last year of high school.
an end that is also a beginning. there is no finality in that.A
aless
This is the final year of high school. Today will have a final class.
A final hour.
Amolst a final game.
Soon everything will be final.
Life must be final too? no? Except not really. since everything continues. That’s the circle of life. So i defy that everything is final. theres no such thing as final. Things just continue and continue.
Lucie Woellenstein
this is the last, final chance. when somethings final theres no way to escape it. its concrete, theres no ‘nice’ way to say it.
lydia
when it all comes to the end, when your eyes met mine to say goodbye. you kissed me with your hands, you opened up my saddened sky. i’ll see you again, i’m sure. not in this lifetime, but up beyond the three levels of the heavens. in that final heaven i will find you in. so i wont cry for your flesh, i’ll rejoice for your soul.
Finality is a concept often terrifying to most. We want to convince ourselves that things will last forever- the relationship won’t end after summer, the child won’t grow into an angry teenager, the precarious marriage won’t finally hit the wall.
Freya
It was the final lap of the race, Rex Dinby pushed the pedal down, weaving furiously back and forth to prevent Ted Sorkin’s Number 5 racer to get alongside. It had been a close race, Rex was exhausted, but he knew if he wanted to keep his panic attacks at bay, he would have to engender inner peace. He was so close to winning this race. He had to remember the words his guru kept repeating. “Relax. Breathe deep. Close your eyes and go to your place of calm, and you will achieve.”
Hitting the wall on the curve at 138 m.p.h., his last thought before his brain squirted through his rectum was, “aw, ffff—!”
The end. The beginning. Change. Completion. The last word. A new chapter. Then end of a book. A hard test. A test of who you are.
Poconofishy
final is the end. Which is really depressive. I don’t like it when things end at all. I want everything to continue and march into eternity.
Georgia
hurt. everything hurts. everyone hurts me. its miserable. i have so much love to give and it ends up hurting me. please break the cycle. i need help. please help me. please help me. i need to break the cycle. please. help me. i need to know my self worth
kellie collins
it is the last time i’ll ever see you, ill miss you, remember those times we had? yeah i do. but now it will never end up the wayi wanted it to, i loved you,but now, its all over
Nicholas Parrella
Today is the final day. The last day for “us”. The time has come to an end. We have done all there is to do and say all there is to say. I sad that it must end but all good things need to come to an end for us to really appreciate them.
kayla
I didn’t understand. This was the final one? My final chance to make things right? I hadn’t been able to do it the hundred times before, and I had never thought it would be limited. One more try to save him, and then it was over? What was done, was done? Final choice, my dear, final chance. His demented laughter filled my ears.
One last gulp in the throat. After this, there will be no worries. I hope. I’ve endured everything. Cried, laughed, rinse and repeat. As the water gushes through my throat and onto my stomach, I hope this will bring the cure. I will be alright.
yunisee
the final days have come and are near. the eternal rest, the everlasting sleep shall soon visit us all. and when the apocalypse comes, we can finally close our eyes and be at peace.
Jessica
The final time he saw Vayne was the first time he really and truly saw him. On the deck of the Bahamut, Larsa had the last revelation he would really have about his brother’s true nature, and was forced to make a choice that would, in essence, shape the future – not just of House Solidor, but all of Archadia.
There’s no turning back. If I pass through these gates now my life as I know it will be over. Do I really want to do this? Should I turn my shoulders on those I know?
So many things in life seem final, when really they aren’t. Life is so fluid, every moving, if you just hold on tight, what might have seemed like the end of the world, the final act… well it will have passed and a new adventure now awaits.
Everything is final.
You make a decision or take action, then stick with it and don’t be swayed.
Have the courage of your convictions.
Finally the final word. At the end of all is finality. Is it the same as cessation? if the world came to an end would we have the final hour – the big unbang.
All day she’d been busy tidying up. The guests would be arriving soon and there was just the final task on her list. She dreaded it with a passion, but it had to be done: cleaning the grease trap..
an ending and a new start
something needs to come to an end. it’s the end. you need to try your best for it. Cause its gonna be your best shot. Final. Omega. End. Fin. Finale.
there will always be a time where we’ll be on our verge in breaking down. after that final moment of consciousness, you’ll find yourself composed with wet cheeks and red eyes.
This is a final chapter of someones life. not mine. I think that future will bring us some way to expand those final moments more and more and more … At the end there will be no final
He crossed the finish before letting himself double up — the last descent had felt tougher than the hiill climb – his father stood before him mutttering –what’s that you old beggar he gasped — only a wee bit faster than your uncle – but nowhere close to my best the old man snorted
its the end, the final chapter. where you close the book and say that’s it. i knew it wasn’t the end, that night you said goodbye. it wasn’t final.
the end is when we die.
The end. The finishing point. The last chance.
Final is often used in sporting terms.
Final, this is probably my final line to be honest with you.
Final is the end of a score in sports. If you go to school final means final grades. Any final decisions in business completing.
It’s the last time. The final time I do this. Whatever this is. I can’t think today. I’m confusing myself. I don’t even understand this. Final. Timed or not? No heats? Why? Finally.
The final few yards the going got tougher, but Jensen slogged on through the gray drifts of radioactive muck. He blew his nose on his sleeve and noticed he left a bright red streak. Great, he thought, and just when I was almost home safe.
the end. no mistakes. no going back. an asshole. a small dot in eternity. forever. there kind of like you nightmare where you take a door and cant go back the same way.
final – today’s flight back into sydney is the final time we will be coming through the international arrivals gate here. it’s weird that coming back to sydney today almost feels like coming home, but i know my final destination of the usa will be the better and only “real” version of home to me.
i had made a final desiion,
ONE WORD IS AMAZING BECAUSE IT MEANS ME HAVING TO COME OUT. i LOVE BEING ALIVE ALTHOUGH YOU’D NEVER KNOW IT.
It’s the last straw. It’s the end. It’s the last word that was spoken before the curtain closed. It was the big finish that left us with tears in our eyes. It’s the last page, before you close the book on the story that we spent so much time to make last. And it did last, but there is always an end. There is always a final moment before we shut our book. And I open a new one.
Finality is not a concept we should shy away from or be afraid of, but rather one we should embrace. It is not necessarily the this-is-over-and-we-can-never-go-back, but the closure and the clarity of the experience gained.
The final draft. Are you ready for your words to be judged? Are you sure that every letter, every punctuation mark is just right? It is final…final.
I sit here, pondering this word… at first I think about how I can re-write it. Perhaps there’s something to that? maybe it indicates that I’d dream up a way to make anything final re-worked? different… posing it, infinite?
The end. There is nothing else to say because the subject is closed. It is the last word, the last look, the last breath. It is the end.
Or is it?
i dont like finals. i dont like studying for finals, i dont like taking finals. Too much riding on them, they make or break your grade. I also dont like the word final, its so definite, and . . . final. I would rather have something open ended i guess, more freedom. . .
a final goodbye to everyone in the last year of high school.
an end that is also a beginning. there is no finality in that.A
This is the final year of high school. Today will have a final class.
A final hour.
Amolst a final game.
Soon everything will be final.
Life must be final too? no? Except not really. since everything continues. That’s the circle of life. So i defy that everything is final. theres no such thing as final. Things just continue and continue.
this is the last, final chance. when somethings final theres no way to escape it. its concrete, theres no ‘nice’ way to say it.
when it all comes to the end, when your eyes met mine to say goodbye. you kissed me with your hands, you opened up my saddened sky. i’ll see you again, i’m sure. not in this lifetime, but up beyond the three levels of the heavens. in that final heaven i will find you in. so i wont cry for your flesh, i’ll rejoice for your soul.
Finality is a concept often terrifying to most. We want to convince ourselves that things will last forever- the relationship won’t end after summer, the child won’t grow into an angry teenager, the precarious marriage won’t finally hit the wall.
It was the final lap of the race, Rex Dinby pushed the pedal down, weaving furiously back and forth to prevent Ted Sorkin’s Number 5 racer to get alongside. It had been a close race, Rex was exhausted, but he knew if he wanted to keep his panic attacks at bay, he would have to engender inner peace. He was so close to winning this race. He had to remember the words his guru kept repeating. “Relax. Breathe deep. Close your eyes and go to your place of calm, and you will achieve.”
Hitting the wall on the curve at 138 m.p.h., his last thought before his brain squirted through his rectum was, “aw, ffff—!”
The end. The beginning. Change. Completion. The last word. A new chapter. Then end of a book. A hard test. A test of who you are.
final is the end. Which is really depressive. I don’t like it when things end at all. I want everything to continue and march into eternity.
hurt. everything hurts. everyone hurts me. its miserable. i have so much love to give and it ends up hurting me. please break the cycle. i need help. please help me. please help me. i need to break the cycle. please. help me. i need to know my self worth
it is the last time i’ll ever see you, ill miss you, remember those times we had? yeah i do. but now it will never end up the wayi wanted it to, i loved you,but now, its all over
Today is the final day. The last day for “us”. The time has come to an end. We have done all there is to do and say all there is to say. I sad that it must end but all good things need to come to an end for us to really appreciate them.
I didn’t understand. This was the final one? My final chance to make things right? I hadn’t been able to do it the hundred times before, and I had never thought it would be limited. One more try to save him, and then it was over? What was done, was done? Final choice, my dear, final chance. His demented laughter filled my ears.
One last gulp in the throat. After this, there will be no worries. I hope. I’ve endured everything. Cried, laughed, rinse and repeat. As the water gushes through my throat and onto my stomach, I hope this will bring the cure. I will be alright.
the final days have come and are near. the eternal rest, the everlasting sleep shall soon visit us all. and when the apocalypse comes, we can finally close our eyes and be at peace.
The final time he saw Vayne was the first time he really and truly saw him. On the deck of the Bahamut, Larsa had the last revelation he would really have about his brother’s true nature, and was forced to make a choice that would, in essence, shape the future – not just of House Solidor, but all of Archadia.
There’s no turning back. If I pass through these gates now my life as I know it will be over. Do I really want to do this? Should I turn my shoulders on those I know?
So many things in life seem final, when really they aren’t. Life is so fluid, every moving, if you just hold on tight, what might have seemed like the end of the world, the final act… well it will have passed and a new adventure now awaits.