As it peaks over the horizon, does not a sunrise whisper the opportunity to try again. And if the day passes and our efforts were stunted by the bane of our insecurities or blunted by the challenges o...
When someone you love says goodbye you can stare long and hard at the door they closed and forget to see all the doors God has open in front of you.
Without a beginning I am pouring the whole of my existence into the building of endings, while the cross and the resurrection declare that God is incessantly building beginnings from the collapse of e...
Maybe I should stop while I'm aheadNay, I swim with sea-demons no sweet summer tuned radioover my sunless desertscapehow does it burn without the sun?
Resist change at your own peril, Vivian. When something ends, let it end.
My fear of endings too often blocks my hope of beginnings.
The beauty of life isn't the perfectioned moments or storybook endings; the beauty of life is when you fall flat on your face, the Lord picks you up, then you look around and cheer, after all, a merry...
There were never going to be any happy ending for me. I know that now. But that is all right. That is all right.
Have you thought of an ending?Yes, several, and all are dark and unpleasant.Oh, that won't do! Books ought to have good endings. How would this do: and they all settled down and lived together happily...
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.
Losing something happens in a day. An end takes one day. We all seem to focus on that one day, on that ending, rather than on the beautiful story that was created before the end came. We are obsessed...
A best friend is the only one that walks into your life when the world has walked out.
Since when," he asked,"Are the first line and last line of any poemWhere the poem begins and ends?
Give life long enough and it will solve all your problems, including the one of being alive.
I watched you storm towards the restaurant door. It was a chilly December morning and the birds sitting on the high wires in the neighborhood refused to fly any longer.
When you care about things, it ends up wearing you out.
The irony of lifeIs our greatest fear is to forget,Yet it's the only certain fateThat anything has ever met.We know one day our earthWill find itself victim to time,That nothing will be leftTo tell of...
Certainty. Life's last and kindest gift.
Spring is proof that there is beauty in new beginnings.
Despite my pain, I felt not the regret of an ending, but the foreboding of a beginning.
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