Closing Lines of Literature

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Can you name the Closing Lines of Novels and Short Stories?

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Closing LineNovel or StoryAuthor
God, I wish you could've been there.
For half of a century no mortal has disturbed them. In pace requiescat?
The three of us sat at a table, and it seemed as though six people were missing.
All right, honey - go on down. I be down directly.
But we must cultivate our garden.
He turned away to give them time to pull themselves together, and waited, allowing his eyes to rest on the trim cruiser in the distance
I ran with the wind blowing in my face, and a smile as wide as the Valley of Panjsher on my lips. I ran.
David Lawson continued to take short breaths and despite paroxysms of choking cried out until his voice was but a whisper: ''
The old man was dreaming about the lions.
Now what the hell ya suppose is eatin' them two guys?
But so long as it is there it will seek its own way out, heedless of the will that is within me.
Because if it's a girl, Laila has already named her.
So call the fields to rest, and let's away - To part the glories of this happy day
Closing LineNovel or StoryAuthor
He would be there all night, and he would be there when Jem waked up in the morning.
Here, I'll reach the squeezer down to you.
This enemy who never attacked that way - if he ever attacked at all, if he was indeed the enemy.
...the deep and dank tan at my feet closed sullenly and silently over the fragments of the 'House of Usher.'
They are the magi.
The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.
And it was like a confirmation of their new dreams and excellent intentions that at the end of their journey their daughter sprang to her feet first and stretched her young body.
Nobody ever launched a better rocket than you.
So thanks to all at once and to each one, Whom we invite to see us crowned at Scone.
But the goddess still kept Mentor's build and voice
...a tanker, small and neat...against the blue sea, hugging the keep from wasting fuel against the stream.
A whiskered old man, with a linen cap and a crooker share his part of the secret of heaven...and the world is full of stories, but all the stories are one.

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