beginnings

What is irritating about love is that it is a crime that requires an accomplice.

Falling in love consists merely in uncorking the imagination and bottling the common-sense.

You can't buy love but you can pay heavily for it.

I believe in love but I don't sit around waiting for it.

Love at first sight is easy to understand it's when two people have been looking at each other for a lifetime that it becomes a miracle.

Love is. the flower of life and blossoms unexpectedly and without law and must be plucked where it is found and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.

At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.

Love is what happens to men and women who don't know each other.

Man reaches the highest point of lovableness at 12 to 17 - to get it back in a second flowering at the age of 70 to 90.

Love doesn't just sit there like a stone it has to be made like bread remade all the time made new.

Although I am far too frequently convinced otherwise, with God a dead-end is only the death of an end.

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.

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)

If there is a moral to this part of the story, and I distrust morals in the same way that I distrust beginnings, it is simply this: know that with which you deal.

It's a lot easier to say when something ended rather than when it began. Most of us can recognize the end from a mile away, but the beginning always slips up on us, lulling us into thinking what we're living through is yet another moment, in yet another day.

He flexed his fingers and fought the urge to put his hand on her stomach. It was a possessivegesture, and he felt a little bit possessive

But, standing in the fading golden sunlight now, I can feel some of the scars of the summer stabbing over. I can feel the promise of a new beginning.

a long time ago when cataclysms were commonas sneezes and land masses slidaround the globe looking for placesto settle down and become continents,someone introduced us at a party.