End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path. One that we all must take.

Though here at journey's end I liein darkness buried deep, beyond all towers strong and high, beyond all mountains steep, above all shadows rides the Sunand Stars for every dwell:I will not say the Day is done, nor bid the Stars farwell.

There was a merry passenger, a messenger, a mariner:he built a gilded gondola to wander in, and had in hera load of yellow oranges and porridge for his provender;he perfumed her with marjoram and cardamom and lavender.

They were at the end of their journey, but as far as ever, it seemed, from the end of their quest.

Children are meant to grow up, and not to become Peter Pans. Not to lose innocence and wonder, but to proceed on the appointed journey: that journey upon which it is certainly not better to travel hopefully than to arrive, though we must travel hopefully if we are to arrive.

Not all those who wander are lost.

All that is gold does not glitter,Not all those who wander are lost.

The Road goes ever on and onOut from the door where it began.Now far ahead the Road has gone, Let others follow who can!Let them a journey new begin,But I at last with weary feetWill turn towards the lightened inn, My evening-rest and sleep to meet.

Few can see wither their road will lead them, till they comes to it's end. - Gimli