How About Memorable LAST lines?

"The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which."

Animal Farm

"And he, he himself,
The Grinch,
Carved the roast beast."

How the Grinch Stole Christmas

Edited to fill the the "Grinch" blanks. I do this as a contest some years, and have to use blanks so as not to give it away.

"But the horses didn't want it -- they swerved apart; the earth didn't want it, sending up rocks through which riders must pass single file; the temples, the tank, the jail, the palace, the birds, the carrion, the Guest House, that came into view as they issued from the gap and saw Mau beneath: they didn't want it, they said in their hundred voices, "No, not yet," and the sky said, "No, not there."

Passage to India:E. M. Forster

"Ein guter Mord, ein echter Mord, ein schöner Mord. So schön, als man ihn nur verlangen tun kann. Wir haben schon lange so keines gehabt."

Georg Büchner, Woyzeck

(A good murder, a true murder, a beautiful Murder. As beautiful a murder as one could wish for. We haven't had one like this in a long time.)

It loses something in the translation. In fact, I've never seen a good translation of that line. Since Woyzeck is a fragment, this won't be the last line in all editions, and in some editions is included in the Paralipomena instead of in the main text. In any case, it's one of my favorite lines, and most definitely my favorite last line.

It would be hard to beat the last sentence of Ulysses -- but it's maybe a bit long to count as a "last line".

"It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer. Charlotte was both." Charlotte's Web of course.

"I'm going to have a lot of fun with Dudley this summer." Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

"Seems like even a long, tall man who ain't much for looks can find him a woman, too." Sackett

"After all, tomorrow is another day." Gone With the Wind

"When Margaret grows up she will have a daughter, who is to be Peter's mother in turn; and so it will go on, so long as children are gay and innocent and heartless." Peter Pan

"For the first time in his life, Jack Ryan fell asleep on an airplane." The Hunt for Red October

My, I do seem to have eclectic tastes! :-)

"But Niri-Esther had run out of the house (old, grey, grim, satanic Hare) into the garden, where, with her bride's bouquet of malmaisons and vanessa-violets, she was waywardly in pursuit of-a butterfly."

Valmouth by Ronald Firbank

"overhead, without any fuss, the stars were going out."

The nine billion names of God: the best short stories of Arthur C. Clarke

How 'bout 3 sentences?

"Nothing had spoiled the day and it had been almost happy.
There were three thousand six hundred and fifty three days like this in his sentence, from reveille to lights out.
The three extra ones were because of the leap years."

One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich by Solzhenitsyn

From a couple of short stories by Franz Kafka:

"Betrayed! Betrayed! A false alarm on the night bell once answered - it cannot be made good, not ever." A Country Doctor, Kafka.

Three sentences again:

"'Everyone strives to reach the Law,' says the man, 'so how does it happen that for all these many years no one but myself has ever begged for admittance?' The doorkeeper recognizes that the man has reached his end, and, to let his failing senses catch the words, roars in his ear: 'No one else could ever be admitted here, since this gate was made only for you. I am now going to shut it.'" Before the Law, Kafka

And, lastly, three sentences from a book that meant a great deal to me when I was in high school:

"At this moment, when each of us must fit an arrow to his bow and enter the lists anew, to reconquer, within history and in spite of it, that which he owns already, the thin yield of his fields, the brief love of this earth, at the moment when at last a man is born, it is time to forsake our age and its adolescent furies. The bow bends; the wood complains. At the moment of supreme tension, there will leap into flight an unswerving arrow, a shaft that is inflexible and free." The Rebel by Albert Camus

I'm probably going to embarass myself by misquoting this, but I loved the last line of The Bridge of San Luis Rey so much that I did my best to memorize it:

"There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning."

'All that you say is true, but now let us tend our garden.'

Candide

Not only a brilliant last line, but an admirable philosophical sentiment.

None of them was ever more than a thin slice, held between the contiguous impressions that composed our life at that time; the memory of a particular image is but regret for a particular moment; and houses, roads, avenues are as fugitive, alas, as the years.

Swann's Way

Marcel Proust

David Perrings