Rachel Carson Quotes

Beginnings are apt to be shadowy.

It is in the very nature of a beginning to carry with itself a measure of complete arbitrariness. Not only is it not bound into a reliable chain of cause and effect, a chain in which each effect immediately turns into the cause for future developments, the beginning has, as it were, nothing whatever to hold on to; it is as though it came out of nowhere in either time or space.

Beginnings are sudden, but also insidious. They creep up on you sideways, they keep to the shadows, they lurk unrecognized. Then, later, they spring.

Beginnings start without shade,Thinner than minnows.The live grass whirls with the sun,Feet run over the simple stones,There's time enough.Behold, in the lout's eye, love.

Everything starts from a dot.

I know all about endings. It is beginnings that elude me.

The signore...wishes her to begin at the beginning.

The great majority of men are bundles of beginnings

The beginnings of all things are small.

When I first saw the light of day on this planet, it seemed as if I had been rudely awakened from a death-like sleep.

In every phenomenon the beginning remains always the most notable moment.

With the possible exception of the equator, everything begins somewhere.

But whatever the ramifications, whatever turns the path takes, the beginning is always there, in a particular moment, a particular point of access.

All things that come into being and grow are earth and water.

Where to start? Everything cracks and shakes, The air trembles with similes, No one world's better than another; the earth moans with metaphors.

Nothing was to be lost by beginning at the beginning.

Here and elsewhere we shall not obtain the best insight into things until we actually see them growing from the beginning.

This is where it all begins. Everything starts here, today.

Mother Mother Ocean, I have heard your call.

Out of the choked Devonian waters emerged sight and sound and the music that rolls invisible through the composer's brain. They are there still in the ooze along the tideline, though no one notices. The world is fixed, we say: fish in the sea, birds in the air. But in the mangrove swamps by the Niger, fish climb trees and ogle uneasy naturalists who try unsuccessfully to chase them back to the water. There are things still coming ashore.

I shall start at the beginning. Though of coarse, the beginning is never where you think it is.

To begin, at the beginning.

Every dawn renews the Beginning, and to behold the earth struggling out of the formless void, out of the night, is to witness the act of creation.

I personally adore origin stories - they're so intriguing, learning what shaped and formed a character.