Life and death are always so mixed up together, in the same way some beginnings are endings and some endings become beginnings.
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.
Death is not an ending. Death 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.
This is not apocalypse. This is our beginning, Nicholas. The end of death itself. Life eternal.
Things always look worse at the beginning.
The study of sex is the beginning of all life. Yet we sit like prudish cavemen in the dark riddled with shame and guilt.
The first step to a new beginning is imagining that one is even possible.
One thing’s for sure, someone likes playing games, and it’s just the beginning.
Nothing ends without a new beginning. Just as any start is, inevitably, a step towards an ending.
