#beginnings

Now I've gone for too long Living like I'm not alive So I'm going to start over tonight Beginning with you and I ↗

— Hayley Williams

#life #love #new-beginnings #life

But anyone can begin. It was the part with all the promise, the potential, the things I loved. More and more, though, I was finding myself wanting to find out what happened in the end.. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#life #life

The chief beauty about time is that you cannot waste it in advance. The next year, the next day, the next hour are lying ready for you, as perfect, as unspoiled, as if you had never wasted or misapplied a single moment in all your life. You can turn over a new leaf every hour if you choose. ↗

— Arnold Bennett

#hope #new-beginnings #new-day #time #beauty

If one takes all the styles in jazz harmonically from the earliest beginnings to the latest experiments, he still has a rather limited scope when compared to the rest of music in the world. ↗

— Don Ellis

#compared #earliest #experiments #jazz #latest

Science, almost from its beginnings, has been truly international in character. National prejudices disappear completely in the scientist's search for truth. ↗

— Irving Langmuir

#been #beginnings #character #completely #disappear

I think we may be seeing the beginnings of a resurgence of civic-mindedness in this country. Hopefully the younger generations, which came out in record numbers during the last presidential election, will pass their enthusiasm on to their children. ↗

— Sandra Day O'Connor

#came #children #country #during #election

The beginnings of the hacker culture as we know it today can be conveniently dated to 1961, the year MIT acquired the first PDP-1. ↗

— Eric S. Raymond

#beginnings #conveniently #culture #dated #first

I came from rather humble beginnings. ↗

— Teresa Palmer

#came #humble #i #i came #rather

I used to dream about escaping my ordinary life, but my life was never ordinary. I had simply failed to notice how extraordinary it was. Likewise, I never imagined that home might be something I would miss. ↗

— Ransom Riggs

#home #new-beginnings #dreams

In a village of La Mancha, the name of which I have no desire to call to mind, there lived not long since one of those gentlemen that keep a lance in the lance-rack, an old buckler, a lean hack, and a greyhound for coursing. An olla of rather more beef than mutton, a salad on most nights, scraps on Saturdays, lentils on Fridays, and a pigeon or so extra on Sundays, made away with three-quarters of his income. The rest of it went in a doublet of fine cloth and velvet breeches and shoes to match for holidays, while on week-days he made a brave figure in his best homespun. He had in his house a housekeeper past forty, a niece under twenty, and a lad for the field and market-place, who used to saddle the hack as well as handle the bill-hook. The age of this gentleman of ours was bordering on fifty; he was of a hardy habit, spare, gaunt-featured, a very early riser and a great sportsman. They will have it his surname was Quixada or Quesada (for here there is some difference of opinion among the authors who write on the subject), although from reasonable conjectures it seems plain that he was called Quexana. This, however, is of but little importance to our tale; it will be enough not to stray a hair's breadth from the truth in the telling of it. ↗

— Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

#age