The Last Lines of Romeo and Juliet
For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo
The Last Paragraph of Leo Tolstoy's The Death of Ivan Ilych
He drew in a breath, stopped in the midst of a sigh, stretched out, and died.
The Last Paragraph of Leo Tolstoy's Anna Karenina
I’ll get angry in the same way with the coachman Ivan, argue in the same way, speak my mind inappropriately, there will be the same wall between my soul’s holy of holies and other people, even my wife, I’ll accuse her in the same way of my own fear and then regret it, I’ll fail in the same way to understand with my reason why I pray, and yet I will pray—but my life now, my whole life, regardless of all that may happen to me, every minute of it, is not only not meaningless, as it was before, but has the unquestionable meaning of the good which it is in my power to put into it!