Success is not final. Failure is not fatal. It’s the courage to continue that counts.

I may not be your first love, first kiss, first sight, or first date but I just want to be your last everything.

See, the second reason we have burial rites is that they give people a change to say goodbye. Watching a body get put in the ground or go up in flames or be consigned to the deep, you get the sense there’s no coming back. You feel that door slam closed. And you cry or laugh or whatever’s your deal, but in some place deep inside, you know things will never be the same. They call that closure. That’s the theory, anyways.

So I know she forgives me, just as I forgive her. Thomas Edison’s last words were “It’s very beautiful over there”. I don’t know where

That last page turned is a perfect excuse to write a whole new book.

Save my room for last, OK?

Nothing is really final in life; Not success, not failure. There’s always chances to start again with a different challenge, a different route.

I found his last words without too much searching. Captured by the Bolivian army, Guevara said, ‘Shoot, coward. You are only going to kill a man.’

Mrs. Halter: But why do you have to go now, that’s what college is for.
Miles: I’ve told you why.
Mrs. Halter: Because of some French poet’s last words. A Great Perhaps? What does that even mean?
Miles: That’s what I need to find out.

And it occured to me that I could have made up any last words for Millard Fillmore and Kevin probably would have believed me if I’d used that same tone of voice, the Colonel’s confidence rubbing off on me.

I am yours. No refunds.

I wanna be your last kiss, last love, and last everything.

And he couldn’t know, because he wasn’t the last person she kissed, because he hadn’t been left with an unkeepable promise, because he wasn’t me.

I want to be with you until my last page.

I have here Alaska’s final. You’ll recall that you were asked what the most important question facing people is, and how the three traditions we’re studying this year address that question. This was Alaska’s question.

This is the end. This is as far as you can go. After this it all starts over again.

“How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!” In reality, “How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!” were probably not Simon Bolivar’s

She is the crescendo, the final, astonishing work of God. Woman. In one last flourish creation comes to a finish with Eve. She is the Master’s finishing touch.

The apartment was built at the edge of a high cliff so that when you looked out the back window it seemed as if you were twelve floors up instead of four. It was very much like living on the edge of the world – a last resting place before the final big drop.

Always remember that your present situation is not your final destination. The best is yet to come.

Whatever God is urging you to clear away cannot begin to be compared to what He ultimately wants to bring you.

And, anyway, we didn’t know how much it might mean. Last words are always harder to remember when no one knows that someone’s about to die.

This universe is nothing but the product of God, he is the sum of all the products of this universe.

Nineteenth-century preacher Henry Ward Beecher’s last words were “Now comes the mystery.” The poet Dylan Thomas, who liked a good drink at least as much as Alaska, said, “I’ve had eighteen straight whiskeys. I do believe that’s a record,” before dying. Alaska’s favorite was playwright Eugene O’Neill: “Born in a hotel room, and — God damn it — died in a hotel room.” Even car-accident victims sometimes have time for last words. Princess Diana said, “Oh God. What’s happened?” Movie star James Dean said, “They’ve got to see us,” just before slamming his Porsche into another car. I know so many last words. But I will never know hers.

Meriwether Lewis’s last words were, ‘I am not a coward, but I am so strong. So hard to die.’ I don’t doubt that it is, but it cannot be much harder than being left behind.

You are the lighthouse. The final destination. You can sleep easy, my dearest. The others . . . they are the shifting waves, But you are the harbor.

Gratitude begins with thankfulness. Gratitude is the final step in the process of expressing gratitude. Gratitude doesn’t have to be more than words. Gratitude is shown via deeds.

I see light at the end of the tunnel.

Supercars are made for the first mile, and Jeeps are built for the last mile.

Failure is not meant to be final and fatal…. It is meant to refine you to be all that you are meant to be.