beginnings

My fear of endings too often blocks my hope of beginnings.

To focus solely on endings is to trade conclusions for the very beginnings that created them. And if this cycle should persist, we will likewise miss the beginning that will follow this ending.

Endings bring new beginnings. Love has many truths. And knights come in all colours.

A Plan B life can be just as good or better than a Plan A life. You just have to let go of that first dream and realize that God has already written the first chapter of the new life that awaits you. All you have to do is start reading!

I might walk vast expansesof earth and always be beginningand I love beginningor could learnto love it.

It__ hard to say where a story begins and ends. You have to draw an arbitrary line somewhere. Somewhere between perception and reality. Between what is spoken and what is heard. Between what is written and what is edited out. I know this, you can__ have an ending without a beginning. Even if they are really just random pieces of the middle that tend to stand out. Staccato notes on the page. Points on a circle.

All stories end when they have returned to their beginnings.

He looked at me with serious eyes, but not the kind that made me wonder what I__ done wrong. The kind that made me wonder what I__ done right.

I would be an utter fool to let my journey be defined by the denial of the journey.

A true spiritual teacher will never guide you through the door, only to the door.

And time inherently creates a story. Things begin and they end. How they end is the story. Or maybe it's what happens between when they begin and end that's the story.

But what is great can only begin great.

Easter is a time where we are reminded that conclusions in man's mind are beginnings in God's plan.

In my limited realm of experience, beginnings led to endings.

Release-For yearsthey told you tosit.Stay.Now they open the doorand tell you toget up.Leave.Where do you gowith no oneto show youthe way?

But the crowds are surging around them and her backpack is heavy on her shoulders and the boy's eyes are searching hers with something like loneliness , like the very last thing he wants is to be left behind right now. And that's something Hadley can understand, too, and so after a moment she nods in agreement, and he tips the suitcase forward onto it's wheels, and they begin to walk.