Every good book has a good beginning, but even better an excellent ending. Here are some memorable endings…
The Picture of Dorian Gray – Oscar Wilde
On the ground, dressed in a formal dress, and with a knife stuck in his heart, they found the corpse of an elderly man, very wasted, full of wrinkles and with a disgusting face. They only recognized him when they examined the rings on his fingers.
Animal Farm – George Orwell
The animals, astonished, looked from the pig to the man, and from the man to the pig, and again from the pig to the man; but it was already impossible to distinguish who was one and who was another.
Les Miserables – Victor Hugo
Sleep. Although luck was not favorable to her, she lived. And he died when he lost his angel.
Death came to him simply, as the night comes when the day leaves.
One Hundred Years of Solitude – Gabriel García Márquez
However, before reaching the final verse, he had already understood that he would never leave that room, since it was foreseen that the city of mirrors (or mirages) would be swept away by the wind and banished from the memory of men at the moment. in which Aureliano Babilonia had just deciphered the parchments, and that everything written on them was unrepeatable forever and ever because the lineages condemned to a hundred years of solitude did not have a second chance on earth.
Don Quixote de la Mancha by Miguel de Cervantes
And with this you will fulfill your Christian profession, advising well those who love you badly, and I will be satisfied and proud of having been the first to fully enjoy the fruit of his writings, as I wished, since my desire has been no other than to put in hatred of men the feigned and absurd stories of the books of chivalry, which, because of those of my true Don Quixote, are already stumbling, and must fall completely, without any doubt. OK.
The principito – Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Examine it carefully so that you know how to recognize it, if one day, traveling through Africa, you cross the desert. If by chance you pass by, don’t rush, I beg you, and stop a little, just under the star. If a child comes to you, if this child laughs and has golden hair and never answers his questions, you will immediately guess who he is. Be nice to him! And let me know quickly that he’s back. Don’t make me so sad!
Gone with the Wind – Margaret Mitchell
“I’ll think about all this tomorrow, about Tara. It will be easier for me to bear it there. Yes, tomorrow I’ll think of a way to convince Rhett. After all, tomorrow will be another day.”
1984 – George Orwell
He loved Big Brother.
Alice in Wonderland – Lewis Carroll
Lastly, he imagined what this little sister of his would be like in the future, what Alicia would be like when she became a woman. And he thought that Alice would preserve, throughout the years, the same simple and enthusiastic heart of her childhood, and that she would gather other children around her, and make the eyes of the little ones shine by telling them a strange story, perhaps this very one. dream of Wonderland that he had had years ago; and that Alicia would feel her little sorrows and be glad with the naive joys of the children, remembering her own childhood and the happy days of summer.
Chronicle of a death foretold – Gabriel García Márquez
Santiago Nazar recognized her. “That they killed me, Wene girl,” he said. He stumbled on the last step, but got up immediately. ‘Even she was careful to brush the dirt off her guts with her hand,’ my Aunt Wene told me. She then went into her house through the back door, which had been open since six, and she collapsed face-first in the kitchen.”
Wuthering Heights – Emily Brontë
It didn’t take me long to discover the three tombstones, placed on a slope, near the moor. The one in the middle was yellowed and overgrown, Linton’s adorned only by the moss and grass that grew at its foot, and Heathcliff’s still stark bare. I did not stop beside him under the still sky. And following with my eyes the flight of dragonflies among the wild plants and bluebells and listening to the whisper of the soft breeze among the grass, I was amazed that anyone could attribute restless dreams to those who slept in such peaceful graves.
Love in the time of cholera – Gabriel Garcia Marquez.
The captain looked at Fermina Daza and saw the first glimmers of winter frost on her eyelashes. Then he looked at Florentino Ariza, his invincible dominance, his undaunted love, and he was frightened by the belated suspicion that it is life, more than death, that has no limits. and come from hell? He asked him. Florentino Ariza had prepared the answer for fifty-three years, seven months and eleven days with his nights. “All my life,” he said.
Anna Karenina – Leo Tolstoy
But from today on my life, my whole life, regardless of what may happen, will no longer be unreasonable, it will not be meaningless as up to now, but in each and every moment it will possess the undoubted sense of good, that I am the master of instilling in it.
The Pillars of the Earth – Ken Follett
Philip stepped forward to whip the king. He was glad that he had lived to see this. Starting today, he told himself, the world will be a little better.
The colonel has no one to write to him – Gabriel Garcia Marquez
It took the colonel seventy-five years—the seventy-five years of his life, minute by minute—to reach that moment. He felt pure, explicit, invincible, at the moment of answering: -Shit.
Essay on blindness – José Saramago
The doctor’s wife got up, went to the window. She looked down at the garbage-strewn street, at the people who were shouting and chanting. Then she raised her head to the sky and saw everything white. Now she’s my turn, she thought. Her sudden fear made him drop his eyes. The city was still there.
I am Legend – Richard Matheson
He coughed clearing his throat. He turned and leaned against the wall as he swallowed the pills. The circle narrows. A new terror born of death, a new superstition that invades the fortress of time. I’m legend.
Crime and Punishment – Fedor Dostoevsky
But here begins another story, that of the slow renewal of a man, that of his progressive regeneration, his gradual passage from one world to another and his gradual knowledge of a totally ignored reality. In all this there would be matter for a new narrative, but ours is over.
The Regent – Leopoldo Alas Clarín
After closing he was apprehensive that he had heard something in there; she pressed her face to the gate and looked towards the back of the chapel, peering into the darkness. Under the lamp he imagined he saw a shadow bigger than usual… And then he redoubled his attention and heard a noise like a weak moan, like a sigh. He opened the door, went in and recognized the Regenta fainting. Celedonio felt a miserable desire, a perversion of the perversion of his lasciviousness: and to enjoy a strange pleasure, or to test whether he enjoyed it, he leaned his disgusting face over that of the Regent and kissed her lips.
Ana came back to life tearing through the mists of a delirium that caused her nausea. She had thought she felt the cold, slimy belly of a toad on her mouth.
Lolita – Vladimir Nabokov
I think of bison and angels, in the secret of enduring pigments, in prophetic sonnets, in the refuge of art. And this is the only immortality that you and I can share, Lolita.
The house of the spirits – Isabel Allende
It begins like this: “Barabbas came to the family by sea…”
Fortunata and Jacintha – Benito Perez Galdos
I accept it, I accept it and I keep quiet, in proof of the most absolute submission of my will to what the world wants to do with me. They will not lock up my thought between walls. I reside in the stars. Put the so-called Maximiliano Rubín in a palace or in a dunghill… it doesn’t matter.
The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn – Mark Twain
But I figure I have to get to the Territory before anyone else, because Aunt Sally is going to adopt me and civilize me, and I can’t stand it. I know what it’s like to go through that.
The Catcher in the Rye – JD Salinger
What I’m sure of is that I miss everyone I’ve told you about in some way, including Stradlater and Ackley, for example. I think even Maurice’s pig misses him a little. He’s funny. Never tell anyone anything. The moment you tell anything, he starts missing everyone.
A Tale of Two Cities – Charles Dickens
What I do now is better, much better than what I did in life; and the rest that I am going to achieve is much more pleasant than what I knew before.
2023-08-18 22:33:07
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