For me, art begins when there is something left that cannot be explained.
are you certain that a man's life begins with his birth?
Nothing ever begins. There is no first moment; no single word or place from which this or any story springs. The threads can always be traced back to some earlier tale, and the tales that preceded that; though as the narrator's voice recedes the connections will seem to grow more tenuous, for each age will want the tale told as if it were of its own making.
It is all right for the lion and the lamb to lie down together if they are both asleep, but if one of them begins to get active, it is dangerous.
Everything begins in mysticism and ends in politics.
I am convinced that it is of primordial importance to learn more every year than the year before. After all, what is education but a process by which a person begins to learn how to learn.
The basic unit of any society is the home. When the home begins to break, the society is on the way to disintegration.
A plot begins when somebody has something to hide.
Peace begins with a smile.
Leadership simply begins with the courage to be yourself. So everyone else can be, too.
. . . there are only some many times you can utter "It does not hurt" before it begins to hurt even more than the hurt.
The present age has witnessed an extraordinary increase of a thinking public, by the facilities afforded to the diffusion of reading; the former happy resignation to ignorance begins to make way for a state of half-enlightenment, and few persons are willing to remain in the condition in which their birth has placed then.
Everyone wants peace, inside and outside, and we would all have it if we knew how. Now we know how. It begins with you.
The author enters into his own death, writing begins.
A coxcomb begins by determining that his own profession is the first; and he finishes by deciding that he is the first of profession.
This extravagant dwelling, as domineering as it was distant, brought home to me the intimateconnection between tyranny and abstraction, and put me in mind of John Berger's observation that "abstraction's capacity to ignore what is real is undoubtedly where most evil begins. "
A productive coaching relationship begins with two people with fires in their bellies: one who wants desperately to move forward and another who yearns to help that person make the journey.
The road to freedom, here and everywhere, begins in the classroom.
A story begins and it always passes from the subjunctive to the declarative. And Italians don't seem to care about making a fine distinction between that which is speculation and that which is fact.
Life begins at age forty.