#innings

But you can't start. Only a baby can start. You and me - why, we're all that's been. The anger of a moment, the thousand pictures, that's us. This land, this red land, is us; and the flood years and the dust years and the drought years are us. We can't start again. ↗

— John Steinbeck

#beginnings #starting-over #anger

A bridge of silver wings stretches from the dead ashes of an unforgiving nightmare to the jeweled vision of a life started anew. ↗

— Aberjhani

#bridges #faith #famous-quotes #famous-quotes-from-classic-books #healing

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

— Ellen Hopkins

#endings #experience #experience

Lucy wondered what it was she had found. A boy who wanted to be a writer. And a family who had picnics under the stars. She felt as if she had lost something. After all, that family now lived only in the pages of an old diary. ↗

— Kristin Kladstrup

#the-book-of-story-beginnings #family

The Nationals tried hard to recover the lost ground. The final result, however, was the success of the Forest Citys by a score of 29 to 23 in a nine innings game, twice interrupted by rain. ↗

— Henry Chadwick

#forest #game #ground #hard #however

Though no one can go back and make a brand-new start, anyone can start from now and make a brand-new ending. ↗

— Carl Bard

#endings #inspirational #new-start #inspirational

One can begin so many things with a new person! - even begin to be a better man. ↗

— George Eliot

#new-beginnings #life

Rather than turning the page, it's much easier to just throw the book away. ↗

— Anthony Liccione

#new-life #life

Letting there be room for not knowing is the most important thing of all. When there's a big disappointment, we don't know if that's the end of the story. It may just be the beginning of a great adventure. Life is like that. We don't know anything. We call something bad; we call it good. But really we just don't know. ↗

— Pema Chödrön

#healing #new-beginnings #spirituality #unknown #life

Catherine Land liked the beginnings of things. The pure white possibility of the empty room, the first kiss, the first swipe at larceny. And endings, she liked endings, too. The drama of the smashing glass, the dead bird, the tearful goodbye, the last awful word which could never be unsaid or unremembered. It was the middles that gave her pause. This, for all its forward momentum, this was a middle. The beginnings were sweet, the endings usually bitter, but the middles were only the tightrope you walked between the one and the other. No more than that. ↗

— Robert Goolrick

#endings #middle #drama