Life Goes On Quotes Novels & Stories

Sukoon life is not always giving you red roses it will give you some difficulties also. Life is a beautiful journey filled with ups and downs, twists and turns. It can be challenging at times, but that is what makes it worth living. Every experience, whether good or bad, teaches us something invaluable. It helps us grow, learn and become the best version of ourselves. So, never give up on pursuing your dreams and passions, remember that what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger. Stay positive, stay motivated, and never let anyone dull your sparkle. Life is precious, and every moment counts. Live it to the fullest!

Life is short, life is fast, No replay, No rewind, so enjoy every moment as it comes. From today on I am ready for the next chapter of my life.

He uttered as he glimpsed at me. "Isn't it too late for that? We're married already." "I disagree. Haven't you heard the quote by Mitch Albom? There is no such thing as too late in life." "Oh, I just heard it now." I was amazed. I didn't expect that a man like him would believe in quotes. "Now, you know." He grinned. Then, we became silent again. After a while, I took the courage to bring up the incident earlier. I turned to him as I wanted to see his reaction. "Alfred, about the trouble earlier."

Ben let out a sigh and caressed my shoulders. “Let’s have a seat, shall we?” he was calm. I wiped my tears and threw his hands away from my shoulders as we sat. “Look, Keatton,” he paused. “Life has its own journey. And life has its own ending. It is a cycle of life that is inevitable. People come and go. Every hour, second, or minute in a day, there will be a person who’ll live and die,” he emphasized. “And do you think that other people’s life is in your hand, Ben?”

"Though as entertaining this is, the affairs of the still living are none of my concern. You'll have to speak to my opposite; Life." "So how do I find Life?" I asked, and Death shrugged, twirling his scythe as if it were a baton. "No clue. I deal with matters of death." "...you're of no help, you know that?" "I've upheld my deal, so I think I've helped way more than necessary. I'm just glad I didn't go fishing for your soul. Otherwise, I would've declined." My jaw drops at his comment, and he shrugs, fading away.

Nesryn looked right into my eyes. “Vivamus, moriendum est. A quote from your world which means — let us live, for we must die. When you know you’re gonna die, why don’t you live as you always wanted to? Yeah, maybe you will die sooner because you offend someone or you disobey someone, but you’ll be happy and grateful to yourself that even if for a second, you lived your life on your terms.” She cleared her throat, her voice slightly hoarse.

“No, Dia. I will. Just wait for me a little.” “How long?” I asked, and he was silent again. I smiled. “I am not expecting anything from you. Life doesn’t stop for one person. Even when you leave, I’ll continue living.” I gulped down the tightness building in my throat. “Like I continued living even after my father’s death, even after I was exiled and almost killed.” He fixed his mask. “Life doesn’t stop. Even when we think there’s nothing, there’s always something left to live for. Even when you leave, I know I’ll find something else to live for…”

No matter how difficult it may be to do for me today. It may be challenging. But it's pretty easy to excel in life. I will apologise to myself. I shouldn't begin my life on a negative note. I need to be brave to see life differently. I need to excel. Yes, I need to grow in life. I have grown stronger than who I have been those dead years. Not dead years. Years passed by. I don't very much appreciate the word death or dead in usage. I end my day's note with a new quote: "Maybe there is a super microbe which, if present in large numbers in my body, can make me live forever." I may be right in that. I will explore it today.

“How do you always look on the bright side?” “How do you not?” he tilts his head, “You get kicked down, you get back up. You can’t walk, you crawl. Until death, there is always a second chance. Or third…. Or fifth. There is no point in living life like you have tomorrow. You simply live like every day is your last and see opportunities for what they are.” “I’m speechless, Shawn Pierce.”

Her eyes were swollen, her hands trembling as she held tightly to the folded handkerchief. She had cried until there was nothing left to pour out, yet the tears still came, silently, endlessly. The priest, a tall man with a gentle yet commanding voice, stood before the casket. His voice carried through the crowd as he began the sermon. “Life,” he said, pausing briefly as the wind brushed through his white robe, “is like a candle. It burns bright and gives warmth, but eventually, it flickers out. And when it does, it leaves behind memories — the true mark of who we were and how we lived.”