#opening

This is the story of a man named Eddie and it starts at the end, with Eddie dying in the sun. It may seem strange to start a story with and ending, but all endings are also beginnings. We just don't know it at the time. ↗

— Mitch Albom

#inspirational #opening-lines #philosophical #inspirational

My first jam was at Hotel Diplomat opening for Hollywood. ↗

— Kurtis Blow

#first #hollywood #hotel #jam #opening

The 6th of August in the morning we saw an opening in the land and we ran into it, and anchored in 7 and a half fathom water, 2 miles from the shore, clean sand. ↗

— William Dampier

#august #clean #fathom #half #into

Charity in the theater begins and ends with those who have a play opening within a week of one's own. ↗

— Moss Hart

#charity #ends #opening #own #play

Andy Paley got us a show opening for his band at an outdoor show at Simmon's College, on a Friday. ↗

— Jonathan Richman

#band #college #friday #got #his

I think as a whole America is dealing with the issue of homophobia. We got to be really honest about whether we believe in civil rights for all people or not. As Black people we need to remember the moment that we say it's okay to disenfranchise one segment of society, we're opening the door to move backward on ourselves. ↗

— Kerry Washington

#america #backward #believe #black #civil

Superstar was made so early in my career I had nothing to do with it at all. The first time I saw it was the opening screening. ↗

— Andrew Lloyd Webber

#early #first #first time #had #i

It’s funny how one summer can change everything. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#opening-lines #change

My name is Salmon, like the fish; first name, Susie. I was fourteen when I was murdered. ↗

— Alice Sebold

#inspirational #life-and-death #opening-lines #death

Awakened by a thousand dogs, a passing truck, the tailspin of a poisoned mosquito (or, perhaps, merely the silence of my dreams), I had, before remembering who and where I was, seen only that green sun suspended in the firmament of my room (her uterus bottled in preserving fluids) and, through seconds that became millennia, millennia aeons, felt the steadfastness of my orbit around that cold glow of love, a marvelous fatal steadfastness, before my pupils dilated and shadows and unease once more defined reality, the steel box naked but for a mattress and insomnious bugs where I had lived, in a coma of heartbreak and drunkenness, the six months since Primavera's death. ↗

— Richard Calder

#death