Quotes About Middles

The continuum in which we live is not the kind of place in which middles can be unambiguously excluded.

Well you needn't have any 'feelings' about mountains, said Philip. Mountains are all the same - just tops, middles and bottoms, sometimes with sheep on and sometimes without.

Endings are elusive, middles are nowhere to be found, but worst of all is to begin, to begin, to begin.

It is in middles that extremes clash, where ambiguity restlessly rules.

You're searching... For things that don't exist; I mean beginnings. Ends and beginnings — there are no such things. There are only middles.

I hate endings. Just detest them. Beginnings are definitely the most exciting, middles are perplexing and endings are a disaster. … The temptation towards resolution, towards wrapping up the package, seems to me a terrible trap. Why not be more honest with the moment? The most authentic endings are the ones which are already revolving towards another beginning. That's genius.

Human beings love stories because they safely show us beginnings, middles and ends.

But the story I'm telling here began the day I discovered the affair between Mark and Thelma, and it ended exactly six weeks later. It has a happy ending, but that's because I insist on happy endings; I would insist on happy beginnings, too, but that's not necessary because all beginnings are intrinsically happy, in my opinion. What about middles, you may ask. Middles are a problem. Middles are perhaps the major problem of contemporary life.

You're searching, Joe, For things that don't exist; I mean beginnings. Ends and beginnings—there are no such things. There are only middles. —Robert Frost

Oddly, the meanings of books are defined for me much more by their beginnings and middles than they are by their endings.

Take it for all in all, a representative gathering of Twing life and thought. The Nibs were whispering in a pleased manner to each other, the Lower Middles were sitting up very straight, as if they'd been bleached, and the Tough Eggs whiled away the time by cracking nuts and exchanging low rustic wheezes.

Books were about movement. They were about quests and journeys. Beginnings and middles and ends, even if not in that order. They were about new chapters. And leaving old ones behind.