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10 Best Closing Lines Of Books


The Great Gatsby

“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”



“I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another… then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.”


“But the effect of her being on those around her was incalculably diffusive: for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs.”

Heart of Darkness

“The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds, and the tranquil waterway leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed sombre under an overcast sky – seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness.”

The Adventures of Huckleberry Fin

“But I reckon I got to light out for the Territory ahead of the rest, because Aunt Sally she’s going to adopt me and sivilize me and I can’t stand it. I been there before.”

Speak Memory

“There, in front of us, where a broken row of houses stood between us and the harbour, and where the eye encountered all sorts of stratagems, such as pale-blue and pink underwear cakewalking on a clothesline … it was most satisfying to make out among the jumbled angles of roofs and walls, a splendid ship’s funnel, showing from behind the clothesline as something in a scrambled picture – Find What the Sailor Has Hidden – that the finder cannot unsee once it has been seen.”


“The knife came down, missing him by inches, and he took off.”

To The Lighthouse 

“Yes, she thought, laying down her brush in extreme fatigue, I have had my vision.”

Wuthering Heights

“I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath, and hare-bells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.”

Catcher In The Rye

“Don’t tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.”

Which did you like best?

what do you think is your favourite closing line from your favourite author?

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92 Words Making a Random thought

A room in a hostel.. on the third floor.. under a slanted roof. A roof filled with ancient dust, the dust that is released from the volumes. Paperbacks purchased from the 50 cents and 90 cents shelves ..salvaged from the invisible monster called time. Paperbacks and hardcovers from thrift stores ; Value Village and Goodwill.. a dog eared copy of Joyce’s A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man next to a 1964 Penguin edition of Austen’s Persuasion. Books..leaves bound in cloth.. leather describing a story.. a fleeting thought.. a memory of some intangible sort.


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Lara … A Conversation

The bedroom … barely light.. the alarm clock shows 6:06 am .. a bird chirping on a wire

A sound .. a female sound.. a familiar female sound

Lara: Wake up… let me sit on your lap while you type.. wake up .. and I will smoke a cigarette

Me: Good morning.. doesn’t one say good morning any more?

Lara: Good morning.. my love…pride and joy… Wake up

Dragging myself to the cluttered corner where a blue Brother Charger typewriter sits proudly amidst a river of words and syntax

The chair is still warm.. from the few rays entering through the venetian blinds in a dusty shade of cream.

A slim cigarette in her mouth… between those luscious lips that drive me crazy every night…a pink plastic Bic lighter with Hello Kitty stenciled on the front

Let there be light.. and there shall be light she whispered with a hint of a mischievous smile

My fingers stroke the black letters on the typewriter.. she looks over my shoulder…

Move over she ordered … just move

An evil smile…

My arms around her waist..a slender waist.. olive skinned…smooth as silk

A faint smoke obscuring the clear view before my eyes

Her right non smoking hand brushing my face.. my lips.. then slowly through her hair

The torture…

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“But, when the days of golden dreams had perished,
And even Despair was powerless to destroy;
Then did I learn how existence could be cherished,
Strengthened, and fed without the aid of joy.
—Emily Brontë,

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Wet Asphalt

My legs flew..ran..levitated in the space..I do not remember what happened.. how I crossed the street, or what happened to the paper bags filled with groceries; they were scattered on the street..A mush of what used to be products.Scattered groceries on a wet asphalt jungle.

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