Quotes About Start

did begin his shooting at

seem inclined to begin the conversation

me. Usually it starts

This is not the end its only the begninning

They say the first sentence in any speech is always the hardest. Well, that one's behind me, anyway.

This is where we start. Let it be blank. Blank is different from nothing.

Shoes block pain, not impact! Pain teaches us to run comfortably! From the moment you start going barefoot, you will change the way you run.

He seemed to be a pure racing animal, which explained two of his other peculiar habits: at the start of every race, he'd let out a bloodcurdling shriek, and after he won, he'd roll in the

Watching Ann bolt at the start of a race was like watching a mild-mannered reporter yank off his glasses and sling on a crimson cape.

BY 5 A.M., Mamá Tita had pancakes and papayas and hot pinole on the table.

The big steel wheels creaked a couple times, then started moving.

cereal and went out into the

live to the fullest or die; and die you will anyway, so start living!

The lure of starting big is pervasive. For many organizations, it's so hard to get an innovation through all the approval processes that there simply isn't the energy to bring more than one idea to market. Sometimes, a CEO decides that he has an insight, and the whole organization mobilizes behind that one idea, rather than place several smaller bets. But it's crucial to Start Small.

I'm stalling. I know that everything I say is just to put it off-to put off the moment when I'll have to start talking, knowing that there is nothing more for me to say. I'm putting off my silence. Have I been putting off silence for my whole life? but now, in my disparagement of the word, perhaps I'll finally be able to start talking." (14)

Todo en el mundo comenzó con un sí. Una molécula dijo sí a otra molécula y nació la vida.

Remember that wasted minute at the start of the day? Hard luck but you'll never find it again.

From the start of its labors dogmatic theology is shrouded in mystery; it stands before God the incomprehensible One.

Let's start with a love story. Or maybe it's another horror story. It seems like the difference is mostly in where the ending comes.

My wounded hand flies to cover my mouth in horror at the curse, as though to stop the scream, but I don't scream. I haven't screamed this whole time, and I am not going to start now, when there's nothing more to scream about.

It's only with mild surprise I find I don't so much read anymore, but rather teeter, wonder, take flight, like Pascal, like Madeline, like Bemelmans, like Lamorisse, like my daughters. Like Robert. Like anyone who has ever started or finished a book, or a love affair, or confused the two, in sweet anticipation of the fall.

Crazy muthaf-cka. I am one, but the crazy thing is, I began one.

Nothing, of course, begins at the time you think it did.

There are so many beginnings.