Always keep in mind that whatever you may see had well begun that may always turn out to be half-ended.
Who knows the end? What has risen may sink, and what has sunk may rise. Loathsomeness waits and dreams in the deep, and decay spreads over the tottering cities of men.
What am I doing here in this endless winter?
That’s why love stories don’t have endings! They don’t have endings because love doesn’t end.