Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.

Whatever has a beginning must have an ending.

Something is always happening somewhere.

Every limit is a beginning as well as an ending.

Every beginning, after all, is nothing but a sequel, and the book of events is always open in the middle.

And the end and the beginning were always there
Before the beginning and after the end.
And all is always now.

Every ending is a new beginning. Through the grace of God, we can always start again. (Page 120.)

Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning, every poem an epitaph.

I make so many beginnings there never will be an end,

It's always something.

Still ending, and beginning still!

That is the nature of endings, it seems. They never end. When all the missing pieces of your life are found, put together with glue of memory and reason, there are more pieces to be found.

Everything goes, everything comes back; eternally rolls the wheel of being. Everything dies, everything blossoms again; eternally runs the year of being. Everything breaks, everything is joined anew; eternally the same House of Being is built. Everything parts, everything greets every other thing again; eternally the ring of being remains faithful to itself. In every Now, being begins; round every Here rolls the sphere There. The center is everywhere. Bent is the path of eternity.

We must remember that an ending is the start of another beautiful something, that there is always light to be had at the end of everything.