Russell Tovey Quotes

I was very pleased with the way that the show ended creatively and personally. It just feels like we've completed the piece. And now to be able to step back a little bit and look at it from beginning to end, I feel good about the complete story that is 'Battlestar Galactica.'

The lifespan of any show is to end in cancellation.

I do realize that television shows end.

There's always a party ending every day but also a new one being made. They are just chapters in our lives, ending and beginning.

All good things have to come to an end, and the male cheerleader has come to an end

Nature obliges everything to change about. One thing crumbles and falls in the weakness of age; Another grows in its place from a negligible start. So time alters the whole nature of the world And earth passes from one state to another.

History may be servitude. History may be freedom. See, now they vanish. The faces and places, with the self which, as it could, loved them, to become renewed, transfigured, in another pattern.

I always thought Cheers ended well. You always anticipate that the characters, theough they're leaving television, will somehow go on in another world of the imagination, which I think is good.

Death is the dropping of the flower, that the fruit may swell.

No matter how interminable something feels, there is always, always an ending. Sometimes that's good, and sometimes it's bad; sometimes it's a matter of indifference, and sometimes it's heartbreaking, and your life is never the same thereafter.

I did not want to live out my life in the strenuous effort to hold a ghost world together. It was plain as the stars that time herself moved in grand tidal sweeps rather than the tick-tocks we suffocate within, and that I must reshape myself to fully inhabit the earth rather than dawdle in the sump of my foibles.

Death is not an end. It is a new impulse.

From every ending comes a new beginning.

There are other men, and other lives, and time still to be.

A chord, stronger or weaker, is snapped asunder in every parting, and time's busy fingers are not practiced in re-splicing broken ties. Meet again you may; will it be in the same way? With the same sympathies? With the same sentiments? Will the souls, hurrying on in diverse paths, unite once more, as if the interval had been a dream? Rarely, rarely!

Every passing minute is another chance to turn it all around.

The feeling is less like an ending than just another starting point.

The wind is old, but it keeps blowing.

We turn not older with years but newer every day.

The end of a thing, is never the end, something is always being born like a year of a baby.

We discover a new world every time we see the earth again after it has been covered for a season with snow.

One thing is about to be finished, but here is something that is only begun. And while I live it will continue

Have you ever noticed a tree standing naked against the sky, How beautiful it is? All its branches are outlined, and in its nakedness There is a poem, there is a song. Every leaf is gone and it is waiting for the spring. When the spring comes, it again fills the tree with The music of many leaves, Which in due season fall and are blown away. And this is the way of life.

... but the longest day hath its evening.

There aren't any old times. When times are gone they're not old, they're dead! There aren't any times but new times!