Awesome ending sentences

[Anonymous No.19994079]

I've seen threads about good book opening sentences but not ending ones. Post your favorites.

Apt Pupil:
It was five hours later and almost dark before they took him down.

[Anonymous No.19994090]

>>19994079
Vanity Fair:
"Vanitas Vanitatum. Which of us is happy in this world? Which of us has his desire? or, having it, is satisfied? Come, children, let us shut up the box and the puppets, for our play is played out."

[Anonymous No.19994189]

A Simple Plan:
I return to this moment again and again because it always makes me weep and when I weep I feel, despite everything I've done that might make it seem otherwise, human. Exactly like everyone else.

[Anonymous No.19994261]

>>19994090
Beautiful.
>>19994079
I swear I’m not an incel and the character isn’t a sincere self-insert of the author. Fourteen years ago when I read it this sort of thing went without saying.

[Anonymous No.19994433]

"I looked upon the sunny lawn and exhaled with deep relief. It had all just been a dream."

[Anonymous No.19994490]

To the lighthouse:
Yes, she thought, laying down her brush in extreme fatigue, I have had my vision.

The crying of lot 49:
Oedipa settled back, to await the crying of lot 49

[Anonymous No.19994504]

Runaway horses for me
Maybe decay of the angel too

[Anonymous No.19994505]

Hemingway has good ending to his short stories:

Indian Camp:
>In the early morning on the lake sitting in the stern of the boat with his father rowing, he felt quite sure that he would never die.

[Anonymous No.19994884]

"Like a dog!"

[Anonymous No.19995189]

Moby Dick:
On the second day, a sail drew near, nearer, and picked me up at last. It was the devious-cruising Rachel, that in her retracing search after her missing children, only found another orphan.

The Recognitions:
He was the only person caught in the collapse, and afterward, most of his work was recovered too, and it is still spoken of, when it is noted, with high regard, though seldom played.

The Golden Bowl:
He tried, too clearly, to please her—to meet her in her own way; but with the result only that, close to her, her face kept before him, his hands holding her shoulders, his whole act enclosing her, he presently echoed: “‘See’? I see nothing but you.” And the truth of it had, with this force, after a moment, so strangely lighted his eyes that, as for pity and dread of them, she buried her own in his breast.

[Anonymous No.19995332]

>>19994079
>The fades, the dissolves, the rewritten scenes, all the things you wipe away—I now want to explain all these things to her but I know I never will, the most important one being: I never liked anyone and I'm afraid of people.

[Anonymous No.19995416]

>Before reaching the final line, however, he had already understood that he would never leave that room, for it was foreseen that the city of mirrors (or mirages) would be wiped out by the wind and exiled from the memory of men at the precise moment when Aureliano Babilonia would finish deciphering the parchments, and that everything written on them was unrepeatable since time immemorial and forever more, because races condemned to one hundred years of solitude did not have a second opportunity on earth.

[Anonymous No.19995444]

>>19994079
The Awakening:
She heard the barking of an old dog that was chained to the sycamore tree. The spurs of the cavalry officer clanged as he walked across the porch. There was the hum of bees, and the musky odor of pinks filled the air.

[Anonymous No.19995453]

>>19994189
I like this one a lot, keep coming back to it. Just reading the endings is a great experience, they seem to all say more than the words entail (rightfully as they often somehow comprehend the entire narrative, but not having read the book creates much more latent mystery)

[Anonymous No.19995460]

James M. Cain - The Butterfly:
>I’m cut off. Ed Blue is out there and

[Anonymous No.19995529]

>>19994079
The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.
Stephen King - The gunslinger (The dark tower I)