It surprises me when someone wants to stay on a bus to nowhere.
Glimpsed in a reflection, he saw himself as he must look to the world: bewildered, as if expecting a final blow to the head. (via)
It all works out in the end.
If it hasn’t worked out yet, it’s not the end.
I heard that phrase on The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel. It’s not the end yet.