Quotes About Beginning

Your first book is the only one that matters. Perhaps a writer should write only that one. That is the one moment when you make the big leap; the opportunity to express yourself is offered that once, and you untie the knot within you then or never again.

Do you believe that every story must have a beginning and an end? In ancient times a story could end only in tow ways: having passed all the tests, the hero and the heroine married, or else they died. The ultimate meaning to which all stories refer has two faces: the continuity of life, the inevitability of death.

The trouble is that once upon a time they all began like that, all novels. There was somebody who went along a lonely street and saw something that attracted his attention, something that seemed to conceal a mystery, or a premonition; then he asked for explanations and they told him a long story…

But the memory of the old life that returned to my mind was the endless series of defeats, of flights, of dangers; to begin again meant perhaps only a temporary extension of that death agony, the return to a phase I thought had already ended.

For some time now, every novel I begin to write is exhausted shortly after the beginning, as if I had already said everything I have to say.

Gentlemen, first I must say that in books I like to read only what is written, and to connect the details with the whole, and consider readings as definite; and I like to keep one book distant from the other, each for what it has that is different and new; and I especially like books to be read from beginning to end. For awhile now, everything has been going wrong for me; it seems to me that in the world there now exists only stories that remain suspended or get lost along the way.

Anche l'ingenuità è vita, anzi, il vero esordio fresco e fragrante della vita.

Come di tutte le cose, anche del viaggio la parte più bella era l'inizio. Partendo si correva via immediatamente liberi dal groviglio di affari e affarucci che gremivano la vita. Per un istante si respirava liberi.

The world is round and the place which may seem like the end may also be only the beginning.

As far as we have any historical information on the subject, the public history of Jesus began when he was about thirty years old (Luke 3.23), with John the Baptist.

I have always been delighted at the prospect of a new day, a fresh try, one more start, with perhaps a bit of magic waiting somewhere behind the morning.

Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!

THE SPARKS START HERE! AT LEAST, THEY DID ONCE UPON A TIME.

Space is designated as empty, yet its exact nature cannot be verbalized. Similarly the mind is designated as luminously clear, yet its exact nature is empty, with no ground for definition. Thus the self-nature of mind is and has been from the very beginning like that of space.

The zero point of death has begun to shrink behind them, nobody can live with intense emotions for very long, it's too exhausting, and everything that can be described can also be made harmless.

Amor is thirteen years old, history has not yet trod on her.

So this was what it felt like to lose yourself. Again. To let go of your future and let it rise up and up until finally you couldn't see it anymore, and you knew that you had to start over.

It's hard to believe that this is how it's done. That this is how we get here into the world, by accident or design, the microscopic pieces of ourselves borne by fluids and blood and growing into a tiny kingdom of cells inside someone else's body It seems so difficult to become alive. So improbable.

Every morning is a fresh beginning. Every day is the world made new. Today is a new day. Today is my world made new. I have lived all my life up to this moment, to come to this day. This moment - this day - is as good as any moment in all eternity. I shall make of this day - each moment of this day - a heaven on earth. This is my day of opportunity.

I am as yet a storm of zero force. Almost a breath.

In the beginning was the Word. Then came the fucking word processor. Then came the thought processor. Then came the death of literature. And so it goes.

She tasted like the blank page of a book before he'd written the first word, the possibilities limitless.

Act as if you're a writer. Sit down and begin. Act as if you might just create something beautiful, and by beautiful I mean something authentic and universal. Don't wait for anybody to tell you it's okay.

The story always starts with the character. In a way, there's no decision. If there's no character there's no story.