In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.
It's depression. You can't put it into words. You get stuck and time passes by. I'm stood there on the edge of a cliff, can't go back and can't go forward. Days go by. I'm still in the same place. Everyone else's life goes on, but you're stuck. You try and try and try and I don't know how, but you came out of it eventually.
I don't really get embarrassed a lot because I feel like life goes on. I mean, I fell on stage one time; like, I tripped one time. My voice cracked... That's pretty embarrassing.
My maw died when I was 20. You tune into the radio or the telly and life goes on. Things keep on happening. The world doesnae stop.
Life goes on if you're one of the lucky ones.
Families do not stop living. We have got to keep going on. This is what people do.
Without death and decay, how could life go on?
Sometimes things work out on the golf course and sometimes they don't. Life will go on. You try to understand what happens, but maybe today I don't want to know. I just screwed up so maybe I should just put it behind me.
Life goes on, and I'm moving on to the next thing, but I hope the soaps that are still running will thrive. They have millions of loyal viewers.
Even the dreadful martyrdom must run its course Anyhow in a corner, some untidy spot Where the dogs go on with their doggy life
...but ready or not,life goes on.
Because after my first year I had a lot of success, took everybody by storm, came back the next year thought it was easy and didn't have near the season I had the previous year. It was kind of a wake-up call. And so, life goes on.
The bad part is life continues. The good part is that the pain goes away.
Life goes on, and one should look ahead and not backward.
The weird, weird thing about devastating loss is that life actually goes on. When you're faced with a tragedy, a loss so huge that you have no idea how you can live through it, somehow, the world keeps turning, the seconds keep ticking.
I wanted to acknowledge that life goes on but that death goes on, too. A person who is dead is a long, long story.
You learn if you mind stay open. And once you can't learn no more, your mind must be closed. Life goes on and you keep growing, you know?
Maybe my fairy tale has a different ending than I dreamed it would. But that's OK.
We want to do something important in the World Cup, and hopefully I have the chance. If not, well, life goes on, I'll keep working the same way and supporting my teammates.
I was in this sheltered little environment where, basically, all my high school experience was in 'Life Goes On,' and everyone told me where to go, what to do, how to think - I never had to do anything for myself.
We carry the dead with us only until we die too, and then it is we who are borne along for a little while, and then our bearers in their turn drop, and so on into the unimaginable generations.
We're all expendable. We think the world's going to stop when a pope dies, or a king. And then... life goes on.
Life, Steffi has learned, carries on around the pain, making room for it, absorbing it until it becomes part of the daily fabric, wrapping itself around you and lodging itself in your heart.
The world didn't stop because we weren't in it anymore.
Away from football, life is not just football. People do not see it how life goes on for us off the field.
