There's no light at the end of the tunnel in the Republican message, no promise of better things to come. There's only the present stagnation, followed by a slow decline.
The end of all things is at hand; that Satan's kingdom will be destroyed, and Satan chained down for a thousand years, and Christ's kingdom established upon earth.
I'm a big fan of Elmore Leonard, and I've read Ian Rankin, Christopher Brookmyre and so on. But I'd never read a crime novel that made me feel emotional at the end.
Ireland starts for me with the end of 'The Dead,' which my father read to me from his desk in his basement office in New Albany, Ind.
But what Web services suggest is that the connection is always there between an application that is resident somewhere in the cloud, and a user who is somewhere on the other end of a connection.
This is the ending. Now not day only shall be beloved, but night too shall be beautiful and blessed and all its fear pass away.
We got a fightin' side a mile wide, but we pray for peace 'cause it's mostly us that end up servin' overseas.
It is still this moment and that will be true of every moment that follows, assuming this moment ever ends, which, if I am lucky, it won't.
People are always asking, 'Where does Michael Pennington end and Johnny Vegas begin,' and you're going, 'It's not like that: it's blurred right across.'
I hear daily from Hoosier veterans who are forced to wait months on end for their disability claims to be processed. Unfortunately, this is typical.
I'd like to scale back the television. I'm constantly told that I'm over-exposed, and I don't want to end up like Carol Vorderman.
When I moved to America, I knew I wanted to be a designer. I never imagined one of my dresses would end up in the Smithsonian.
Answers are what we are trying to get at; search is a process by which you may be able to get answers, but it's not the end goal. It's a mechanism.
Though nobody can go back and make a new beginning... Anyone can start over and make a new ending.
After 'Brothers & Sisters' ended, I was back to the old game as an actor. Doing pilot season, choosing a script and figuring out what I wanted to do.
It began in mystery and it will end in mystery, but what a rare and beautiful country lies in between.
People have given me classified information, but always with the disclaimer 'This can never end up in a book.' And it never does.
I have a very clear vision as to what I want at the end of my prep, and then I throw it out and let the creative process take over.
My father realised that for me to become a publisher in his firm would have been the end of the firm!
I slowly continued to compensate for the physical problems I was having and ended up completely destroying my swing, my set-up, my posture. Everything was gone.
Time and death: It's the ultimate vision of an artist at the end of everything. It's just what's there. It was not something I planned to do.
