Quotes About Continuation

Today we continue a never ending journey to bridge the meaning of those words with the realities of our time.

I love the game and I wanted to continue playing. It came to a time that I had to stop.

You know, people really know me from 'The Best Man.' I've done five other movies since then, but it always comes back to 'The Best Man.' It was time to do the sequel.

Remember, while hell may be a place of misery, it still perseveres, promising perpetual preservation, continuation.

I guess that's the beauty of books. When they finish they don't really finish.

I also fear that nothing really ends at the end. Things just keep going as long as memory can wield its ax, always finding a soft part in your mind to cut through and enter.

the journey continued like everything had happened.

Keep living Ed...It's only the pages that stop here.

I also fear that nothing really ends at the end. Things just keep going as long as memory can wield its axe, always finding a soft part in your mind to cut through and enter.

Ich fürchte ebenfalls, dass am Ende gar nichts zu Ende sein wird. Die Dinge gehen einfach weiter, solange die Erinnerung das Sagen hat und immer eine weiche Stelle in deinen Gedanken findet, um an die Oberfläche zu schlüpfen.

The bad part is life continues. The good part is that the pain goes away.

One of the most horrible realities about the death of someone closely related, she remembered, was the necessity of going on almost immediately with the trivialities of living. As though nothing of any real significance had changed.

I began to feel that all the people I'd ever known who had died or left me had not in fact gone away, but continued to live on inside me just as this man's wife lived on inside him.

When a stone is dropped into a pond, the water continues quivering even after the stone has sunk to the bottom.

I tried to continue, but somehow my throat made up its mind to swallow-though I can't think what I was swallowing, unless it was a little knot of emotion I pushed back down because there was no room in my face for anymore.

I began to feel that all the people I'd ever known who had died or left me had not in fact gone away, but continued to live on inside me

Life went on. Death went on. The war went on.

Yet all too often, guilt is just another name for impotence, for defensiveness destructive of communication; it becomes a device to protect ignorance and the continuation of things the way they are, the ultimate protection for changelessness.

We neither have to adopt the literal versions of rebirth presented by religious tradition nor fall into the extreme of regarding death as annihilation. Regardless of what we believe, our actions will reverberate beyond our deaths. Irrespective of our personal survival, the legacy of our thoughts, words, and deeeds will continue through the impressions we leave behind in the lives of those we have influenced or touched in any way.

Things just keep going.

Whatever happens on earth, the rest of the universe will carry on regardless.

In a sense the debate between Penrose and Hawking is a continuation of that earlier argument, with Penrose playing the role of Einstein and Hawking that of Bohr.

What's been tried once had been tried once before... and before... and before...

But of course it had hurt. It had hurt before, in the worst, rupturing way, knowing there would be no more you but the universe would roll on just the same, unharmed and unhampered.