Elizabeth Berg Quotes

I don't know... there's something kind of beautiful about it, don't you think? That we keep living and growing even though our world is a corpse? That we keep coming back no matter how many of us die?

Life must go on, Though good men die.

When all else is lost, the future still remains.

I cried over beautiful things, knowing no beautiful thing lasts.

Not everything was lost in the flow of time

Life is stronger than death.

So that's how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal the loss, no matter how important the thing that's stolen from us--that's snatched right out of our hands--even if we are left completely changed, with only the outer layer of skin from before, we continue to play out our lives this way, in silence. We draw ever nearer to the end of our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness.

In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.

If you're actually talking to someone who's been through a disastrous number of years, that only means one thing: They survived it.

I think you make the best with what you've got, you know? Sometimes you have very little. And you just always try to rise to higher ground, because you're going to suffer one way or the other, so you just hope that you have strength and perseverance and good friends and faith, some kind of faith, to endure and move on to greener pastures.

No matter how bad things get you got to go on living, even if it kills you.

Survival is triumph enough.

Well, I'm still breathing.

If you're here right now in your life, your journey continues and you've lived to tell the story.

At the end of the day, all you can hope for is to go on. The older I get, the more I realize that just keeping on keeping on is what life's all about.

Families do not stop living. We have got to keep going on. This is what people do.

The only way to survive is to get back up.

While we breathe, we will hope.

For me and my family personally, September 11 was a reminder that life is fleeting, impermanent, and uncertain. Therefore, we must make use of every moment and nurture it with affection, tenderness, beauty, creativity, and laughter.

To the last moment of his breath, On hope the wretch relies; And even the pang preceding death Bids expectation rise.

Today is cruel. Tomorrow is crueller. And the day after tomorrow is beautiful.

They say that Hope is happiness But genuine Love must prize the past; And Mem'ry wakes the thoughts that bless: They rose first -- they set the last. And all that mem'ry loves the most Was once our only hope to be: And all that hope adored and lost Hath melted into memory. Alas! It is delusion all-- The future cheats us from afar: Nor can we be what we recall, Nor dare we think on what we are.

You don't think you'll live past it and you don't really. The person you were is gone. But the half of you that's still alive wakes up one day and takes over again.

Ónen i-estel edain, ú-chebin estel anim. (I gave Hope to the Dúnedain, I have kept none for myself.) (Gilraen's linnod)

I guess everybody who isn't dead yet is a survivor.