There are no happy endings. Endings are the saddest part, So just give me a happy middle And a very happy start.
I never see the dawn that I don't say to myself perhaps.
You're sad-looking," she said. "My grandson used to be such a happy boy. He used to write me stories. I remember the first story he ever wrote me, 'Once upon a time, there was a boy.' And that became 'Once upon a time there was a boy who wanted to fly.' And they kept getting better and better over time. I never found out if the boy got to fly." I gave her a small smile. If only she knew the boy's wings had been clipped.
It's lonely to say goodbye. Very lonely. Partings are the beginnings of new meetings. Beginnings happen because there are endings…Meetings. Beginnings. It's not too late…to believe in them after the fact.
Think of a lifeless forest in which a small plant pushes its head upward, out of the ruin. In our grief process, we are moving into life from death, without denying the devastation that came before.
From my infancy I was imbued with high hopes and a lofty ambition.
I close my eyes. An image flashes—emerging from the van with Julian after our escape from New York City; believing, in that moment, that we had escaped the worst, that life would begin again for us. Instead life has only grown harder.
How beautiful is youth! how bright it gleams with its illusions, aspirations, dreams! Book of Beginnings, Story without End, Each maid a heroine, and each man a friend!
April is a promise of what's to come.
Only because uplifted in song, was I able to endure the blaze of the dawn.
Every beginning is cheerful.
May dawn, as the proverb goes, bring happy tidings coming from her mother night.
A blossom full of promise is life's joy, That never comes to fruit. Hope, for a time, Suns the young floweret in its gladsome light, And it looks flourishing--a little while-- 'T is pass'd, we know not whither, but 't is gone.
When we have attained success, we see how inferior it is to the hope, yearning and enthusiasm with which we started forth in life's morning.
The babies are amazing ... They begin each day all warm and sleepy, smelling of promise.
Our lives were just beginning, our favorite moment was right now, our favorite songs were unwritten.
We only have babies when we're young enough not to know how grim life turns out.
For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy.
