A Quote by Frank Herbert

The young reed dies so easily. Beginnings are times of great peril. — © Frank Herbert
The young reed dies so easily. Beginnings are times of great peril.
Beginnings are apt to be shadowy and so it is the beginnings of the great mother life, the sea.
Yet half the beast is the great god Pan, To laugh, as he sits by the river, Making a poet out of a man. The true gods sigh for the cost and the pain-- For the reed that grows never more again As a reed with the reeds of the river.
At such times the universe gets a little closer to us. They are strange times, times of beginnings and endings. Dangerous and powerful. And we feel it even if we don't know what it is. These times are not necessarily good, and not necessarily bad. In fact, what they are depends on what *we* are.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
It remains an irrefragable law of history that contemporaries are denied a recognition of the early beginnings of the great movements which determine their times.
No matter how many times it happens, the public always seems to be shocked when an athlete dies young, but the reality is, there are no promises.
A coward dies a thousand times, a soldier dies but once.
He who stands like a pilar dies in battle. He who bends like a reed is triumphant!
I would tell your generation, wherever you are on the totem poll - whether you're halfway there or at the bottom, don't despise small beginnings; small beginnings get you ready for great things.
If the conquest of a great peak brings moments of exultation and bliss, which in the monotonous, materialistic existence of modern times nothing else can approach, it also presents great dangers. It is not the goal of ‘grand alpinisme’ to face peril, but it is one of the tests one must undergo to deserve the joy of rising for an instant above the state of crawling grubs.
Heroics are not easily had for the young in our times. Perhaps that is why they go to such extremes to create their own dangers.
Man is but a reed, the most feeble thing in nature, but he is a thinking reed.
Ten years from now I think people are going to look back and say Willis Reed pulled a Curt Schilling...Willis Reed scored four points. Curt Schilling went seven innings against one of the best offenses of recent memory. No offense to Willis Reed.
Some are bound to die young. By dying young a person stays young in people's memory. If he burns brightly before he dies, his brightness shines for all time.
Every time a man dies, a child dies too, and an adolescent and a young man as well; everyone weeps for the one who was dear to him.
It's lonely to say goodbye. Very lonely. Partings are the beginnings of new meetings. Beginnings happen because there are endings…Meetings. Beginnings. It's not too late…to believe in them after the fact.
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