Quotes About Continuation

Once more you open the door and you're here in my heart, and my heart will go on and on.

I have come to believe, more strongly than ever, that after people die they really do live on through those who love them.

Being is all the more "natural" the longer it has lasted.

The end of the world had already occurred. How long ago was that. I don't know. It is not a function of knowledge. It is in a special sense that the world ends. You have to keep living.

Don't forget, and don't let your reader forget, that the small world in which you have held him for the last hour or two hasn't ended. Be aware, and make him aware, that tomorrow all of its remaining inhabitants will pick up the broken fragments of their lives, and carry on.

Her spirit will live on as long as ours do, because she will live inside us.

Man has two necessary fundamental characteristics, the instinct of his own preservation, without which no being could exist, and the instinct of the preservation of his species, without which no species could have been formed or have continued to exist.

My main disappointment was always that a book had to end. And then what? But I don't think I was ever disappointed by the books. I must have been what any author would consider an ideal reader. I felt every pain and pleasure suffered or enjoyed by all the characters. Oh, but I identified!

The story isn't over, it isn't foreclosed, and that's the point: there's a tiny chink into the future that might be wedged open.

I find it difficult to imagine an afterlife, such as Christians, or at any rate many religious people, conceive it, believing that the conversations with relatives and friends interrupted here on earth will be continued in the hereafter.

I don't write any kind of sequel or remake.

For me it's easy to continue remembering someone that is impossible to forget.

I imagine I'll continue on doing it for many years to come.

Woe is the natural end of life, yet we go on having babies.

I inherit the results of my acts of body, speech, and mind. My actions are my continuation.

Only a man who does not survive his one supreme act remains the indisputable master of his identity and possible greatness because he withdraws into death from the possible consequences and continuation of what he began.

Death sucks. Death sucks, mostly because it forces those who stay behind to survive. Death isn't merciful enough to take you too. Instead, death constantly jams down your throat the awful lesson that life does indeed go on, no matter what.

Jack Coldren was slowly dying. His heart was crumbling like brown leaves caught in a closed fist. You saw it all happening. And you wanted it to continue. On

I truly felt that was going to be my last tour. So here we are again and I'm saying this will probably be my last tour. That's truly the way I'm looking at it.

Some books are serials, not to be mistaken for anything else. 'The Two Towers,' for example, ought never to be read in isolation.

Yes, it's quite amazing how I continue to shock my mother even after all these years together

I'm simply pointing out that what happens to us isn't the whole story. That I continue to exist even when we're not together.

Many a trip continues long after movement in time and space have ceased.

Je?li zmarli ?yj? dalej, to tylko w naszych umys?ach i sercach.