ends

Link	Quote	Tags	Author
545a181	All my means are sane, my motive and my object mad.	madness sanity instrumental-rationality means modern-age efficiency ends modernity	Herman Melville
0d5f83a	Thus, you see, he arrived at the same end, via supposed duty, that he was previously pledged to via interest. I fancy a good number of us, when any line of action will promote our own interest, can make ourselves believe that reasons exist which compel us to it as a duty.	ends interest sardonic duty reasoning purpose self-deception	Elizabeth Gaskell
f49f23d	I am dust and my story ends here.	story ends	Hanif Kureishi
2ca9e5f	"COME HOME, TENAR! COME HOME!" In the deep valley, in the twilight, the apple trees were on the eve of blossoming; here and there among the shadowed boughs one flower had opened early, rose and white, like a faint star. Down the orchard aisles, in the thick, new, wet grass, the little girl ran for the joy of running; hearing the call she did not come at once, but made a long circle before she turned her face toward home. The mother waiting in the doorway of the hut, with the firelight behind her, watched the tiny figure running and bobbing like a bit of thistledown blown over the darkening grass beneath the trees."	motherhood loss sorrow ends innocence childhood	Ursula K. Le Guin
e2755c5	The only end some things have is the end you give em.	ends	Tim Winton

All my means are sane, my motive and my object mad.

madness sanity instrumental-rationality means modern-age efficiency ends modernity

Herman Melville

0d5f83a

Thus, you see, he arrived at the same end, via supposed duty, that he was previously pledged to via interest. I fancy a good number of us, when any line of action will promote our own interest, can make ourselves believe that reasons exist which compel us to it as a duty.

ends interest sardonic duty reasoning purpose self-deception

Elizabeth Gaskell

f49f23d

I am dust and my story ends here.

story ends

Hanif Kureishi

2ca9e5f

"COME HOME, TENAR! COME HOME!" In the deep valley, in the twilight, the apple trees were on the eve of blossoming; here and there among the shadowed boughs one flower had opened early, rose and white, like a faint star. Down the orchard aisles, in the thick, new, wet grass, the little girl ran for the joy of running; hearing the call she did not come at once, but made a long circle before she turned her face toward home. The mother waiting in the doorway of the hut, with the firelight behind her, watched the tiny figure running and bobbing like a bit of thistledown blown over the darkening grass beneath the trees."

motherhood loss sorrow ends innocence childhood

Ursula K. Le Guin

e2755c5

The only end some things have is the end you give em.

ends

Tim Winton