Shoot for the moon - if you miss you'll end up in the stars.
Die ersten Schritte sind wertlos, wenn der Weg nicht zu Ende gegangen wird.
Peace begins when expectations end.
When you write, no matter what, it ends up personal.
I'm merely a fan of fashion from high end to streetwear, from Nike to Comme des Garcons.
And so the bird was the end of the man, and the man was the beginning of the bird.
Awesome ends with me; but Ugly starts with u...
The end of an delusion is invariably sadness or tears
Ending a sentence with a preposition is something up with which I will not put.
I'm essentially a jobbing actor. If I'm out of work, I'll be the back end of a donkey.
I work in a hospital as a patient transporter to make ends meet for my three kids.
Only the dead have seen the end of the war.
Logic is the beginning of wisdom, not the end.
A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom.
Men of the world who value the Way all turn to books. But books are nothing more than words. Words have value; what is of value in words is meaning. Meaning has something it is pursuing, but the thing that it is pursuing cannot be put into words and ...
I disregard the proportions, the measures, the tempo of the ordinary world. I refuse to live in the ordinary world as ordinary women. To enter ordinary relationships. I want ecstasy. I am a neurotic — in the sense that I live in my world. I will no...
I take literally the statement in the Gospel of John that God loves the world. I believe that the world was created and approved by love, that it subsists, coheres, and endures by love, and that, insofar as it is redeemable, it can be redeemed only b...
116. "I have heard that on the day the world was born, the bird of love was released to fly. It searched all the three worlds but could not find a fit resting place. So it turned and entered the inmost heart, favoured it and never flew elsewhere. The...
In the radiance of His light the world is not commonplace. The very floor we stand on is a miracle of atoms whizzing about in space. The darkness of sin is clarified, and its burden shouldered. Death is robbed of its finality, trampled down by Christ...
One walks along a street and strays unknowingly from one's path; one then looks up and suddenly for those familiar landmarks of orientation, and, seeing none, one feels lost. Panic drapes the look of the world in a strangeness, and the more one stare...
On evenings, I spent the entire study period reading.... From that time on, the world began to broaden around me, beyond any tangible limits. The world, as portrayed in those works destined for young people, was divided in two: an ordinary, everyday ...
