#beg

No, this is not the beginning of a new chapter in my life; this is the beginning of a new book! That first book is already closed, ended, and tossed into the seas; this new book is newly opened, has just begun! Look, it is the first page! And it is a beautiful one! ↗

— C. JoyBell C.

#a-new-beginning #endings #endings-and-beginnings #inspirational #inspirational-life

What most experimenters take for granted before they begin their experiments is infinitely more interesting than any results to which their experiments lead. ↗

— Norbert Wiener

#before #begin #experiments #granted #infinitely

Rock and Roll has no beginning and no end for it is the very pulse of life itself. ↗

— Larry Williams

#end #itself #life #pulse #rock

Being black, I'm involved in the reparations movement. It's focused toward the African-American audience. We could begin to heal. ↗

— Cassandra Wilson

#american audience #audience #begin #being #black

It isn't until you come to a spiritual understanding of who you are - not necessarily a religious feeling, but deep down, the spirit within - that you can begin to take control. ↗

— Oprah Winfrey

#come #control #deep #deep down #down

I began even as a boy to realize how wide the world can be for a man of free intelligence. ↗

— George Woodcock

#boy #even #free #how #i

To begin, begin. ↗

— William Wordsworth

From the standpoint of observation, then, we must regard it as a highly probable hypothesis that the beginnings of the mental life date from as far back as the beginnings of life at large. ↗

— Wilhelm Wundt

#beginnings #date #far #highly #hypothesis

A young musician plays scales in his room and only bores his family. A beginning writer, on the other hand, sometimes has the misfortune of getting into print. ↗

— Marguerite Yourcenar

#bores #family #getting #hand #his

I ran a constant low fever waiting for my ride to come and take me away to something finer. I lay in bed at night, watching the red beacon on top of the water tower, a clear signal to me of the beauty and mystery of a life that waited for me far away, and thought of Housman's poem, "Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom upon the bough. It stands among the woodland ride, Wearing white for Eastertide. Now, of my three-score years and ten, Twenty will not come again..." and would have run away to where people would appreciate me, had I known of such a place, had I thought my parents would understand. But if I had said, "Along the woodland I must go to see the cherry hung with snow," they would have said, "Oh,no, you don't. You're going to stay right here and finish up what I told you to do three hours ago. Besides, those aren't cherry trees, those are crab apples. ↗

— Garrison Keillor

#childhood #garrison-keillor #growing-up #lake-wobegon-days #beauty