Things begin and things end. Everything in the middle, isn’t as important as we make it out to be. Everyone has a beginning and end. It’s nothing new. It’s nothing to be afraid of. It’s something we just have to accept.
In the beginning it was good. You were too good to be true. But summer never lasts and you’ve left me here alone. Full of doubt and cynicism, I’m trying to forget you. It’s easier to pretend you don’t exist at all than endure the thought of you away from me.
I don’t remember how it began. Or even if there was a beginning. How did I end up like this? Why do I seem to be more miserable than everyone else? Are they just better at hiding it or is there something actually wrong with me? I just don’t understand.
This is the beginning, The beginning of the end of everything. This is how it starts. When you have so much to say but no one to say it to. I hate this.
For Anthony, being in a city like this sets him at a new beginning he’s never experienced before. It’s a different place, a different country, and an whole new mindset. He’s never before taken such pleasure in something as simple as morning cups of coffee, or finding calm in the endless noises of the city traffic, or even been so intrigued by all the different species of people there are in the world, all conveniently transported and packed into the streets of Manhattan just to fuel his writerly brain.
It was the beginning of the end. The rain that was pounding endlessly stopped, as if slowing into a pause around me, my hands still extended, as if that would change the fact that suffocated me. Gone, my mind said, you are gone.
The beginning always feels like the end. There’s fire in your eyes and blood in your veins and a fearful kind of symmetry that you can’t ignore without hurting. Can you see past today? Beyond this vertical second in time? Sometimes, I can. Sometimes I can see myself in a place where fire is wine and love can turn to dust in the blink of a second.
This is only still the beginning stage of my life. I have so much ahead of me. But the world is beginning to weigh on me, stealing my hope for what is left to come.
New beginning. Sometimes I resist. sometimes when something is eneding I dig in my heels, kcik and whine. I know I have asked for change, for better, for movement and for a “sign”.
Beginning. I am grateful, for another new beginning.
It all started out as simple congestion. Clogged sinuses. A running nose. A sore throat. The germs migrated down, down, into my chest and filled me with remorseful, painful fits. Now a new age of disease has begun within me.
In the beginning, I never would have guessed his true personality. I flinch now, just thinking of it. The hard slaps, pushes… All those nights staying up screaming at each other. I shudder, trying to forget those hateful words. I want to love him again. I really do. But I just don’t think…I don’t think that’s possible.
Berashit, in the beginning, there was light…with all of the evil forces surrounding our everyday life does this connote the darkness that signals the ending? When will be become enlightened and smarten up?
“Beginning?” she paused, “Oh, I thought you said BIG Inning. That’s silly.” Daisy kept playing with her toys in the sandbox. She was making a spaghetti junction of sorts in the sand.
A good beginning deserves continuation. And that is a complete truth nowadays. Many projects which are started with a good purpose are supported to make our world better. So why stop? As there are many ways to make our world better.
I feel like every day is a new beginning. Every day is a clean slate to make better choices and avoid mistakes. Life is beautiful because we get this chance every time we go to sleep, but because we also get to take the knowledge we’ve gained from the past with us. It’s through this use of past experiences and embracing the new day that humanity can improve itself.
I don’t think I have a beginning…I mean, I don’t remember beginning. What does that mean? When did I begin? Did I begin with my earliest thought? I’m pretty sure I’ll have an ending…
At the beginning things are new an unsaid. I like the middle though, in the middle things rumble and spark, actions happen and words are exchanged, ideas flow and things connect. It’s exciting. I want to be perpetually in the middle, experiencing the hum.
Beginning with a smile, she ended in my bed. I ran laps around her thighs, while her eyes strolled along my arms. I knew the sun would rise, and I knew our love would die with it, but she was the best I ever had, best I ever bad, best I ever had.
And now, I sing slow, melodic rap ballads in her name: Anna. May you forever fly free, big girl.
Here is your beginning. Right now. Not tomorrow, not next week. That was then. Stop looking back. It’s not coming back and you need to accept that. The past isn’t doing you any favors.
The road seemed to b a beginning, a beginning that edged into skin like a knife, like a scolding pin, dipped in boiling honey, a beginning that seemed to stretch out, never ending, no middle, or end, a beginning that never middles or ends, the beginning is the end
The start of life. The start of something new. The start of everything! Like a story. Here’s a story: in the beginning God created the heavens and the Earth. :) but not school. I don’t like school.
Today is the beginning. Of what, I’m not certain. A year ago tomorrow was the beginning of mine and Gavin’s relationship. We started dating. And i’d like to say that we’ve been together since then, but we haven’t. We broke up, because of me and there was 6 months of horribleness on both our sides. But we’re back together now, so whatcha gonna do?
In the beginning it had all meant nothing to her. By the end she was left in shambles. Remnants of what she had once been. She tried to start again but it pulled her back. Everything was taking away her time. And by the end of it all, it had destroyed her, in one moment it had taken her life.
at the begining there were only giants roming the earth. They ate trees and plants and each other, while nature kept a balance on the eco system. there was everything from gentle giants to wee bugs and birds.
Beginning, a new start, but also an end. Never can a beginning be without and end. Birth, a beginning, the end of pregnancy. College a new beginning, the end of high school. Beginnings are fun, exciting, but also scary and sad. Sad because you can never go back, scary because you are going into the unknown.
the year wound down. the leaves paled and darkened and turned sere and brittle and wispy. the branches were bare, and so was her womb. in a journal with pages the color of cigarette teeth that she’d found on the sidewalk she wrote the word in round and bouncy handwriting, interspersed with jitters that ran through her brain, her body, her life.
In the beginning, it was the end of basketball season for me and my team. I was bored out of my mind. I wanted a release, so I chose to start writing. My book Dog Tags comes from boredom, gaming, and a lack of basketball season. It needs work, but I’ll get to that later. :)
I wake up on January 1st with a new outlook on life. I’ve had mistakes, decisions, and ideas. And now, it’s the start of a new year. A new decade. A new century. It’s a fresh start, a new beginning.
new beginnings. fresh starts. its so hard to make these happen when i can’t outrun the old stories chasing me. i tried to write their endings, but the narration is out of my control now, they live and breathe on their own. and they’re hell bent to end me.
I’m beginning to wake up. My head is still foggy and my energy is low. But if I ease into it and just get moving the fog will clear and the day will begin. What will happen today?
The beginning of a work weekend is always beautiful. I think about all the ways I can delay working. It is an activity that I have down to a science. Today, I figure cleaning can earn me a few extra computer hours. If I clean well, I might even earn a trip to the coffee shop!
Let’s begin at the end and finish yesterday. Sing for tomorrow, sing for the moment, Die another day. Time’s up!
Things begin and things end. Everything in the middle, isn’t as important as we make it out to be. Everyone has a beginning and end. It’s nothing new. It’s nothing to be afraid of. It’s something we just have to accept.
In the beginning it was good. You were too good to be true. But summer never lasts and you’ve left me here alone. Full of doubt and cynicism, I’m trying to forget you. It’s easier to pretend you don’t exist at all than endure the thought of you away from me.
I don’t remember how it began. Or even if there was a beginning. How did I end up like this? Why do I seem to be more miserable than everyone else? Are they just better at hiding it or is there something actually wrong with me? I just don’t understand.
the beginning is a fresh start, a clean page, and an open mind.
This is the beginning, The beginning of the end of everything. This is how it starts. When you have so much to say but no one to say it to. I hate this.
For Anthony, being in a city like this sets him at a new beginning he’s never experienced before. It’s a different place, a different country, and an whole new mindset. He’s never before taken such pleasure in something as simple as morning cups of coffee, or finding calm in the endless noises of the city traffic, or even been so intrigued by all the different species of people there are in the world, all conveniently transported and packed into the streets of Manhattan just to fuel his writerly brain.
It was the beginning of the end. The rain that was pounding endlessly stopped, as if slowing into a pause around me, my hands still extended, as if that would change the fact that suffocated me. Gone, my mind said, you are gone.
“No.” It wasn’t my voice. I was gone.
The beginning always feels like the end. There’s fire in your eyes and blood in your veins and a fearful kind of symmetry that you can’t ignore without hurting. Can you see past today? Beyond this vertical second in time? Sometimes, I can. Sometimes I can see myself in a place where fire is wine and love can turn to dust in the blink of a second.
This is only still the beginning stage of my life. I have so much ahead of me. But the world is beginning to weigh on me, stealing my hope for what is left to come.
New beginning. Sometimes I resist. sometimes when something is eneding I dig in my heels, kcik and whine. I know I have asked for change, for better, for movement and for a “sign”.
Beginning. I am grateful, for another new beginning.
It all started out as simple congestion. Clogged sinuses. A running nose. A sore throat. The germs migrated down, down, into my chest and filled me with remorseful, painful fits. Now a new age of disease has begun within me.
In the beginning, I never would have guessed his true personality. I flinch now, just thinking of it. The hard slaps, pushes… All those nights staying up screaming at each other. I shudder, trying to forget those hateful words. I want to love him again. I really do. But I just don’t think…I don’t think that’s possible.
Berashit, in the beginning, there was light…with all of the evil forces surrounding our everyday life does this connote the darkness that signals the ending? When will be become enlightened and smarten up?
“Beginning?” she paused, “Oh, I thought you said BIG Inning. That’s silly.” Daisy kept playing with her toys in the sandbox. She was making a spaghetti junction of sorts in the sand.
A good beginning deserves continuation. And that is a complete truth nowadays. Many projects which are started with a good purpose are supported to make our world better. So why stop? As there are many ways to make our world better.
I feel like every day is a new beginning. Every day is a clean slate to make better choices and avoid mistakes. Life is beautiful because we get this chance every time we go to sleep, but because we also get to take the knowledge we’ve gained from the past with us. It’s through this use of past experiences and embracing the new day that humanity can improve itself.
I don’t think I have a beginning…I mean, I don’t remember beginning. What does that mean? When did I begin? Did I begin with my earliest thought? I’m pretty sure I’ll have an ending…
The beginning is also the end of many things unnecessary in our lives. And there is always a beginning for everything. There is
At the beginning things are new an unsaid. I like the middle though, in the middle things rumble and spark, actions happen and words are exchanged, ideas flow and things connect. It’s exciting. I want to be perpetually in the middle, experiencing the hum.
Beginning with a smile, she ended in my bed. I ran laps around her thighs, while her eyes strolled along my arms. I knew the sun would rise, and I knew our love would die with it, but she was the best I ever had, best I ever bad, best I ever had.
And now, I sing slow, melodic rap ballads in her name: Anna. May you forever fly free, big girl.
Here is your beginning. Right now. Not tomorrow, not next week. That was then. Stop looking back. It’s not coming back and you need to accept that. The past isn’t doing you any favors.
a start…a journey to sumthing new.. a challenge….refers to sumthing which has ended..ANEW ! a love story !
The beginning is always the end of something before it. Also, i like boat shoes.
The road seemed to b a beginning, a beginning that edged into skin like a knife, like a scolding pin, dipped in boiling honey, a beginning that seemed to stretch out, never ending, no middle, or end, a beginning that never middles or ends, the beginning is the end
The start of life. The start of something new. The start of everything! Like a story. Here’s a story: in the beginning God created the heavens and the Earth. :) but not school. I don’t like school.
Today is the beginning. Of what, I’m not certain. A year ago tomorrow was the beginning of mine and Gavin’s relationship. We started dating. And i’d like to say that we’ve been together since then, but we haven’t. We broke up, because of me and there was 6 months of horribleness on both our sides. But we’re back together now, so whatcha gonna do?
In the beginning it had all meant nothing to her. By the end she was left in shambles. Remnants of what she had once been. She tried to start again but it pulled her back. Everything was taking away her time. And by the end of it all, it had destroyed her, in one moment it had taken her life.
at the begining there were only giants roming the earth. They ate trees and plants and each other, while nature kept a balance on the eco system. there was everything from gentle giants to wee bugs and birds.
The two of them headed their seperate ways; Jaime heading out the door and Kodee staying behind to coax the German Sheperd into a leash.
Beginning, a new start, but also an end. Never can a beginning be without and end. Birth, a beginning, the end of pregnancy. College a new beginning, the end of high school. Beginnings are fun, exciting, but also scary and sad. Sad because you can never go back, scary because you are going into the unknown.
the year wound down. the leaves paled and darkened and turned sere and brittle and wispy. the branches were bare, and so was her womb. in a journal with pages the color of cigarette teeth that she’d found on the sidewalk she wrote the word in round and bouncy handwriting, interspersed with jitters that ran through her brain, her body, her life.
In the beginning, it was the end of basketball season for me and my team. I was bored out of my mind. I wanted a release, so I chose to start writing. My book Dog Tags comes from boredom, gaming, and a lack of basketball season. It needs work, but I’ll get to that later. :)
ending.
We can do this!
I wake up on January 1st with a new outlook on life. I’ve had mistakes, decisions, and ideas. And now, it’s the start of a new year. A new decade. A new century. It’s a fresh start, a new beginning.
The beginning of something new is always an exhilarating rush of happiness, excitement and, perhaps most potently, fear.
But being afraid is okay. It helps us watch for danger, consider the risks.
Courage is seeing those risks and taking the leap anyway.
And that leap is a beginning.
new beginnings. fresh starts. its so hard to make these happen when i can’t outrun the old stories chasing me. i tried to write their endings, but the narration is out of my control now, they live and breathe on their own. and they’re hell bent to end me.
I’m beginning to wake up. My head is still foggy and my energy is low. But if I ease into it and just get moving the fog will clear and the day will begin. What will happen today?
The beginning of a work weekend is always beautiful. I think about all the ways I can delay working. It is an activity that I have down to a science. Today, I figure cleaning can earn me a few extra computer hours. If I clean well, I might even earn a trip to the coffee shop!