A conflict begins and ends in the hearts and minds of people, not in the hilltops.
From quiet homes and first beginning,
Out to the undiscovered ends,
There's nothing worth the wear of winning,
But laughter and the love of friends.
The beginning of it is the ending of it. If you know how to read, supreme wisdom is to be found.
Sometimes I feel I know strangers
Better than I know my friends
Why must a beginning
Be the means to an end?The stones from my enemies
These wounds will mend
But I cannot survive
The roses from my friends.
I always think of each night as a song. Or each moment as a song. But now I'm seeing we don't live in a single song. We move from song to song, from lyric to lyric, from chord to chord. There is no ending here. It's an infinite playlist.
Think where man's glory most begins and ends
And say my glory was I had such friends.
Can we begin again? Save it for another friend, I was happy in my life I won’t pretend. ~ "EZ"
Singing cannot much avail, if from within the heart comes not the song; nor can the song come from the heart, unless there be there noble love, heartfelt.
He sang of love, with quiet blending,
Slow to begin, and never ending;
Of serious faith, and inward glee;
That was the song,—the song for me!
I do not think that you can be changing the end of a song or a story like that, as though it were quite separate from the rest. I think the end of a story is part of it from the beginning.