Life and death are always so mixed up together, in the same way some beginnings are endings and some endings become beginnings.
They say hope begins in the dark. That faith is the bird that feels light when the sky is still dim. But with every tomorrow we carry our past. It echoes beneath our feet. There are no clean slates.
In the end, we all have to go back to where we began.
If you are interested in stories with happy endings, then you would be better off somewhere else. In this story, not only is there no happy ending, there is no happy beginning, and very few happy things in the middle.
The first step to a new beginning is imagining that one is even possible.
In every ending, there is a new beginning.
All of our endings can be found in our beginnings. History repeats itself, and there is no escape.
We’re not just fighting to survive anymore. We’re making a new beginning.
We can fix this world. All the bad things. We just got to start over.[to Switch]
The study of sex is the beginning of all life. Yet we sit like prudish cavemen in the dark riddled with shame and guilt.
It’s not beginning the story that I fear, it’s not knowing how it will end.
Death is not an ending. Death is a new beginning.
