the end [Theme] Page 1
End of connection.
Quote Explanation: The true ending of the game: the director of Fazbear Entertainment, Henry Emily, returns to finish what he started and destroy all the spirits who want revenge on him, including: his former partner William Afton, William's offspring - Michael and Elizabeth, as well as Henry's daughter Charlie Emily.
I don't have time to worry about whether it's right or wrong. You cannot blindly believe that every scary story has a happy ending.
“Orthodoxy will perish when our Russian Church cannot send a single Peresvet into the army,” the monk finally said and fell silent, as if these words were burning his lips...
“You surprised me with this,” Hermione responded.
I want to end this recurring nightmare right now. There are those who will stand in my way. But I perfectly play the role of a madman who kills such people. I must be prepared to eliminate them. Because I prefer the hell of people killing each other to the hell of being eaten.
The inglorious end is approaching.
The inglorious end is approaching.
People only have one end. Ideas live forever.
Paulo Coelho wrote in his work that “having reached the end, people laugh at the fears that tormented them at the beginning.” How do you know when to laugh?
All our problems and suffering are the result of our actions.
There is money, but it’s too late to live.
The end of the year passes quietly, forcing you to look inside yourself and think about the main thing.
How many people suffer because they do not live themselves to the end.
Chance can be first, second, third... pushing the end of the chances as far as possible, but it cannot be last.
But no one had yet been able to get to the bottom of what was most captivating in it: it was the mysterious ability of the soul to perceive in life only what once attracted and tormented in childhood, at that time when the soul’s sense of smell is unmistakable; look for the funny and touching; to constantly feel unbearable, tender pity for a creature living helplessly and miserably, to feel, a thousand miles away, how in some Sicily a thin-legged donkey with a shaggy belly is being roughly beaten. When she actually met the offended creature, there was a feeling of a legendary eclipse, when an inexplicable night sets in, and ashes fly, and blood appears on the walls - and it seemed that if now - right now - you don’t help, you won’t be able to stop someone else’s torment , the existence of which in such a world conducive to happiness is impossible to explain, she herself will suffocate, die, her heart will not stand it. And therefore she lived in constant secret excitement, constantly anticipating a new hobby or a new pity, and they said about her that she adores dogs and is always ready to lend money - and listening to petty rumors, she felt like in childhood, during that game when you leave the room, and others invent various opinions about you. And among the players, among those to whom she came out after being in the next room (where you sit, waiting to be called, and honestly hum something, so as not to overhear, or open a random book, and, like a released spring, it jumps out a piece of a novel, the end of an incomprehensible conversation), among these people, whose opinion it was necessary to guess, there was now a man, rather silent, heavy on his feet, completely unknown what he thought about her.
