beginning

Retirement from Job does not mean retirement from life! It is the beginning not an end!

Everything That Has A Beginning Has An End.

And yet, what seems to be the most intimidating now is not an end in itself, but only a means to a greater end. It must be achieved not because it will mark the end of your struggles, but the beginning of your journey towards the real destination. Remember, this end is but a means.

The end is in the beginning and lies far ahead.

But there's a beginning in an end, you know? It's true that you can't reclaim what you had, but you can lock it up behind you. Start fresh.

... "you'd better go first or you'd better go last. No one will remember what come in the middle."- "So what's the point of the middle than?" I asked. "If everyone only remembers the beginning and the end?"-"Without the middle, being first or last means nothing."The middle gave the rest its meaning.Like life, maybe. People were born and then they died. Everyone remembers those events. But without the life in between...

Sometimes what seems to be the ending of something is really the beginning of Everything.

I keep turning over new leaves, and spoiling them, as I used to spoil my copybooks; and I make so many beginnings there never will be an end. (Jo March)

At the conclusion of Hollywood disaster movies and epics, time moves backward, piecing together like a jigsaw the elements that had come apart. The Titanic resumes its journey; Russell Crowe is reunited with his murdered wife and son. It's not a happy ending; it's a convention created for the purposes of an impossible sense of uplift at the end of death and tragedy: the happy beginning. Technology makes Hades unnecessary.

PS_ confused from where you should start planning_. !! Well, start from who you are, where you are and how you are.

Its been enough enjoying now, let's begin achieving.

A mother is always the beginning. She is how things begin.

In the spirit of the Alpha and the Omega, in the way the Alpha was theOmega, and vice versa, he knew the beginning was also the end__nd that the end was just another beginning.

To realize that all people are alike and all are different is the beginning of wisdom.

Everyone has that moment I think, the moment when something so momentous happens that it rips your very being into small pieces. And then you have to stop. For a long time, you gather your pieces. And it takes such a very long time, not to fit them back together, but to assemble them in a new way, not necessarily a better way. More, a way you can live with until you know for certain that this piece should go there, and that one there.

August was nearly over - the month of apples and falling stars, the last care-free month for the school children. The days were not hot, but sunny and limpidly clear - the first sign of advancing autumn.

I can__ seem to wipe away the blood. I rub my hands against my nightgown, but traces of the red remain, staining the lines of my palms and the crescents beneath my fingernails. I wipe harder, gathering and bunching the soft cotton inside my fists. The fabric has been slit up the center and for a moment I worry that I__e been cut, that maybe the blood is my own. I try to ask what__ happening, but there__ a mask over my mouth and nose. Suddenly it hits me____ in an ambulance.I don__ remember how I got here.

To blithely discard the spent kernels of something that has ended is to discard the very resources that have painstakingly been harvested from that ending from which a spirited new beginning will be cultivated.