Everything's always ending. But everything's always beginning, too

Whatever has a beginning must have an ending.

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

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

Every beginning is in time, and every limit of extension in space. Space and time, however, exist in the world of sense only. Hence phenomena are only limited in the world conditionally, the world itself, however, is limited neither conditionally nor unconditionally.

What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.

If you always put limit on everything you do, physical or anything else. It will spread into your work and into your life. There are no limits. There are only plateaus, and you must not stay there, you must go beyond them.

To make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.

Everyone takes the limits of his own vision for the limits of the world.

We had entered an era of limitlessness, or the illusion thereof, and this in itself is a sort of wonder. My grandfather lived a life of limits, both suffered and strictly observed, in a world of limits. I learned much of that world from him and others, and then I changed; I entered the world of labor-saving machines and of limitless cheap fossil fuel. It would take me years of reading, thought, and experience to learn again that in this world limits are not only inescapable but indispensable.

The ending is the beginning, and the beginning is the first step, and the first step is the only step.

limitations mean freedom.

What we know is everything, it is our limit, of what we can be.

Remember, there are beginnings in endings, through destruction there comes life.