The beginnings and endings of all human undertakings are untidy.
There will come a time when you believe everything is finished. That will be the beginning.
Some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle and end.
Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end.
Life is not so much about beginnings and endings as it is about going on and on and on. It is about muddling through the middle.
Great is the art of beginning, but greater is the art of ending.
I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle and end.
Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next.
A hard beginning maketh a good ending.
All endings are also beginnings. We just don't know it at the time.
Keep on beginning and failing. Each time you fail, start all over gain, and you will grow stronger until have accomplished a purpose - not the one you began with perhaps, but one you'll be glad to remember.
The world is round and the place which may seem like the end may also be only the beginning.
New beginnings are often disguised as painful endings.
Begin at the beginning and go on till you come to the end; then stop.
Life is simple. Everything happens for you, not to you. Everything happens at exactly the right moment, neither too soon nor too late. You don't have to like it... it's just easier if you do.
The great miraculous bell of translucent ice is suspended in mid-air. It rings to announce endings and beginnings. And it rings because there is fresh promise and wonder in the skies.
Fortunate people often have very favorable beginnings and very tragic endings. What matters isn't being applauded when you arrive - for that is common - but being missed when you leave.
With the possible exception of the equator, everything begins somewhere.
The only joy in the world is to begin.
The great miraculous bell of translucent ice is suspended in mid-air. It rings to announce endings and beginnings. And it rings because there is fresh promise and wonder in the skies. Its clear tones resound in the placid silence of the winter day, and echo long into the silver-blue serenity of night. The bell can only be seen at the turning of the year, when the days wind down into nothing, and get ready to march out again. When you hear the bell, you feel a tug at your heart. It is your immortal inspiration.
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