Diplomacy is not an end in itself if it does not advance U. S. interests.
If a relationship is founded on love it doesn't end
Everything has to come to an end, sometime.
Yes, God is the end of your work, but He is the beginning also.
God is out there watching you, even when you're away from home and that if you put your trust in God, you'll be all right in the end.
There are a lot of decisions to make, creatively. Now, with digital, you can really be the author of your own work. From the beginning to the end of the process, you control everything.
When I do a movie, I have the script. I know how it begins and how it ends. I know what my character does and where he's going. If I have ideas I want to express or changes I want to make, there's one guy: the director. It's different in television.
It's an end of the world I guess. I guess you'd currently call it disaster movie. But really they weren't disaster movies. They were more end of the world movies. This is more an end of the world movie.
Whatever begins, also ends.
Art only begins where Imitation ends.
The people on this planet who end up doing nothing are those who never realized they couldn't do everything.
Oh! write, write. Finish it at once. Let there be an end of this suspense. Fix, commit, condemn yourself.
If you don't have dreams, you will end up working for people who do.
In the end it is worse to suppress dissent than to run the risk of heresy.
When work is no more than a means to an end, it cannot be of high quality.
So many films end up being filmed in London or in the same places over and over again.
It is apparent that nothing short of contraceptives can put an end to the horrors of abortion and infanticide.
The transitional concept of management is reaching the end of the road.
What I take from writers I like is their economy - the ability to use language to very effective ends.
A little rain, a little blood. Black fingernails in August; and going berserk, going bananas. As if entrapped in a tropical heatwave, with dozens of whirlwinds swirling in one’s mind, one thinks of a way out, or a way in: out of the scorching bosom of a volcano, and in – into the centre of a raging hurricane. And tracing the labyrinthine ways of your mind, the haphazard vagaries of your thoughts at ease, the odds and ends of your mental surplus you carelessly throw at the world, one wants to be at a loss, in a maze; amazed, and amazingly unabashed.
