“Life goes on is a redundancy. Life is defined by its going on.”
“She went on. "There's the drown of things and the swim of things, I guess. I've been going back and forth, back and forth. I feel the weight of it. And this bewilderment - how can something that doesn't have a form, doesn't have a definition, doesn't have words - how can it have such weight? And yet, there's the need to swim.""Life goes on," I offered."Yeah, but you see, 'Life goes on' is as a redundancy. Life is defined by its going on.”
“It's your life, not your death, that defines you.”
“Got to go on, haven't we? Life goes on.”
“Life goes on." What nonsense, I thought, of course it doesn't. It's death that goes on.”
“Sometimes life goes by in a trickle and sometimes life goes by in a flood. It's in those rainy seasons you find out how well you can swim.”