beginning

A Sunrise is God's way of saying, "Let's start again.

99% of natural poets discovered their talents through love letters.

It ends when you__e ready for a new beginning.

Maybe I'd always been broken and dark inside. Maybe someone who've been born whole and good would have put down the ash dagger and embraced death rather than what lay before me.

There will come a time when you believe everything is finished. That will be the beginning.

Pleasure! The end of suffering or the beginning of an enjoyment?

The past is but the beginning of a beginning, and all that is and has been is but the twilight of the dawn.

When did the world begin and how?"I asked a lamb, a goat, a cow:"What's it all about and why?"I asked a hog as he went by:"Where will the whole thing end, and when?"I asked a duck, a goose, a hen:And I copied all the answers too,A quack, a honk, an oink, a moo.

The beginning of thought is in disagreement - not only with others but also with ourselves.

And I went into the new year loving myself a little less, but a little more where it actually mattered.

Motivation may be what starts you off, but it's habit that keeps you going back for more. Are your habits working for you or against you? Are your habits helping you to achieve your goals or hindering the process?

Congratulate yourself as a good beginner. Feel proud of God for choosing you to begin the work at hand. Accept the work freely and get started. Be grateful.

To realize your potential you must look beyond the end of yourself, realizing that where you end is most likely where you actually begin.

Once the rain starts falling it's hard to tell it to stop...

Every good thing begins with one positive thought.

The Christmas story is penmanship of the most brilliant sort, where God crafted a beginning that would never be subject to an ending.

Only with steadfast memories can we now be strong so as to undo the mistakes of the past, to begin anew and build from the rubble of their betrayal...

But walking through it all was one thing; walking away, unfortunately, has proved to be quite another, and though once I thought I had left that ravine forever on an April afternoon long ago, now I am not so sure. Now the searchers have departed, and life has grown quiet around me, I have come to realize that while for years I might have imagined myself to be somewhere else, in reality I have been there all the time: up at the top by the muddy wheel-ruts in the new grass, where the sky is dark over the shivering apple blossoms and the first chill of the snow that will fall that night is already in the air.