Life goes on if you're one of the lucky ones.

My father was the youngest of seven, and nobody lived to be 60. And so we were always sitting shiva in my house, and my father would say, 'Life goes on.'

It was evening and would be when I woke. No matter. From the maple tree the Red-tail spoke.

The longer your life goes on, the more death you face.

Sometimes it is easy going.Sometimes it is too difficult but in every situation. Life Goes On! Either by drowning in tears or by swimming in smiles.

Morning will come, it has no choice.