World without end, he thought, as they say in the church.

Because it is nothing but a middle, without beginning or end.

The days before us are without end, like the forest.

I don't want to hear that man's name ever again, world without end.

Time passed for them like a kind of dream, a river without end.

Both words and minutes seemed a circle without beginning or end.

Yet her face was one knowing hope no longer, looking forward into a night without end.

To her, the long summer days had stretched ahead, world without end.

As it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be, world without end.

Marie wanted every night to be the same, without end.

World without end, he thought, as they say in the church.

Because it is nothing but a middle, without beginning or end.

The days before us are without end, like the forest.

I don't want to hear that man's name ever again, world without end.

Time passed for them like a kind of dream, a river without end.

Both words and minutes seemed a circle without beginning or end.

Yet her face was one knowing hope no longer, looking forward into a night without end.

To her, the long summer days had stretched ahead, world without end.

As it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be, world without end.

Marie wanted every night to be the same, without end.