Life goes on.

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...

Morning will come, it has no choice.

She taught me that life goes on, and that I had a choice. To lament what I no longer had or be grateful for what remained.

And sorrows return, though we drown them with wine,Since the world can in no way answer our craving,I will loosen my hair tomorrow and take to a fishingboat.

if something does go wrong, here is my advice… KEEP CALM and CARRY ON.

We can throw stones, complain about them, stumble on them, climb over them, or build with them.

I feel like people are so accustomed to comfort…now in days the truth to things is uncomfortable, so people avoid it. & sugarcoat things into a lie.. Sometimes the truth may be insensitive but I...

A stagecoach passed by on the road and went on;And the road didn’t become more beautiful or even more ugly.That’s human action on the outside world.We take nothing away and we put nothing back, we...

And you find some way to surviveAnd you find out you don’t have to be happy at all..To be happy you’re alive.