we lived in the gaps between the stories - Margaret Atwood

Every ending is arbitrary, because the end is where you write The end. A period, a dot of punctuation, a point of stasis. A pinprick in the paper: you could put your eye to it and see through, to the other side, to the beginning of something else. Or, as Tony says to her students, Time is not a solid, like wood, but a fluid, like water or the wind. It doesn't come neatly cut into even-sized length, into decades and centuries. Nevertheless, for our purposes we have to pretend it does. The end of any history is a lie in which we all agree to conspire.

After everything that's happened, how can the world still be so beautiful? Because it is.

People cry at weddings for the same reason they cry at happy endings: because they so desperately want to believe in something they know is not credible.