Anger begins as an inner twinge. We sense something long before it blossoms (explodes?) into an emotional tirade. If we listen to this twinge -- and follow its advice -- the emotional outburst (or in burst) is not needed.
We perceive when love begins and when it declines by our embarrassment when alone together.
It's not about what you do, it's about being. It's about a state of consciousness or state of awareness of being where you're residing within your heart and everything begins to change without actually doing anything.
We all begin much much much earlier. In fact, every one of us - every nation, every individual begins hundreds, perhaps thousands of years prior to the date that appears in the passport.
The province of faith begins where probabilities cease and sight and sense fail.
If you look long enough into the void, the void begins to look back through you.
Prayer begins at the edge of emptiness.
Dignity increases more easily than it begins.
When diplomacy ends, War begins.
Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop.
All spiritual life begins with a sense of wonder, and nature is a window into that wonder.
When someone chooses to value herself over the things she can buy, true transformation begins.
When a writer tries to explain too much, he's out of time before he begins.
For national and social disasters, for moral and financial evils, the cure begins in the Household.
Middle-class families know education begins at birth.
I have been taking some classes in woodworking. It's really helpful just looking at a problem, and having a very tangible way in constructing it. So much of the work that I'm used to begins in such a muddy realm and you try to shed light on it, make something grow out of it, but you don't really have anything to show for it except for the actually doing of it. But with woodworking, it's really sort of gratifying to be able to have an actual piece to touch, and then step back and be able to share it.
Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good; a shining gloss that fadeth suddenly; a flower that dies when it begins to bud; a doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour.
As soon as a man has found Christ, he begins to find others.
The body politic, as well as the human body, begins to die as soon as it is born, and carries itself the causes of its destruction.
The rain begins with a single drop.