End of Story Quotes

“I suppose that if I'm grieving, then I must have loved whatever I lost, however I lost it. I suppose - it's like a scar reminding me of some adventure I had. Or like the end credits of a wonderful film. So... no, I'm not comfortable with it, but I'm grateful for it... Grief might feel like fear, but it also feels like a memory, and with memory, there's no - a story doesn't end.”
― A.J. Finn, End of Story

“Life is a thriller. The ending is fatal and the conclusion is final.”
― A.J. Finn, End of Story

“you’ll learn that the rumors are true: you’re only as happy as your least happy child. I couldn’t survive our unhappy child; he would doom me. I needed for him to change. For his sake, certainly, but for mine as well.”
― A.J. Finn, End of Story

“She slept deeply the night before—fairy tale–princess sleep, poisoned-apple sleep”
― A.J. Finn, End of Story

“Recumbent at the window, eyes shuttered and hair loose as she speaks a dead language, Diana looks almost oracular.”
― A.J. Finn, End of Story

“Even his taste in music stopped developing in the mid-aughts. And that was not a good time to stop.”
― A.J. Finn, End of Story

“I suppose that if I’m grieving, then I must have loved whatever I lost, however I lost it. I suppose—it’s like a scar reminding me of some adventure I had. Or like the end credits of a wonderful film. So . . .”
― A.J. Finn, End of Story

“How could you remember a stamp?' My voice sounds distant.

He squints, as though the answer should be obvious. 'I had spent a happy afternoon with my child,' he says. 'How could I forget?”
― A.J. Finn, End of Story

“A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world,' he says. 'It knows no law, no pity, it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path.”
― A.J. Finn, End of Story

“Moral indignation is envy with a halo. (H.G. Wells)”
― A.J. Finn, End of Story

“A quotation for everything saves original thinking.' (Dorothy Sayers)”
― A.J. Finn, End of Story

“A woman who doesn't lie,' she replies, 'is a woman without imagination and without sympathy.' (Agatha Christie)”
― A.J. Finn, End of Story

“homunculus?”
― A.J. Finn, End of Story