Walking Away Quotes?

“I can sum life up in three words: It goes on.” -Robert Frost

If

If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with triumph and disaster And treat those two imposters just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to broken, And stoop and build ‘em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breath a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch; If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run - Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, And - which is more - you’ll be a Man my son!

-Rudyard Kipling

If you strike a thorn or rose, Keep a-going’! If it hails or if it snows, Keep a-going’! ‘Taint no use to sit an’ whine When the fish ain’t on your line; Bait your hook an’ keep a-trying’– Keep a-going’!

When the weather kills your crop, Keep a-going’! Though ‘tis work to reach the top, Keep a-going’! S’pose you’re out o’ ev’ry dime, Gittin’ broke ain’t any crime; Tell the world you’re feelin’ prime– Keep a-going’!

When it looks like all is up, Keep a-going’! Drain the sweetness from the cup, Keep a-going’! See the wild birds on the wing, Hear the bells that sweetly ring, When you feel like singin’, sing– Keep a-going’!

-Frank Stanton

Life has loveliness to sell, All beautiful and splendid things, Blue waves whitened on a cliff, Soaring fire that sways and sings, And children’s faces looking up Holding wonder like a cup.

Life has loveliness to sell, Music like a curve of gold, Scent of pine trees in the rain, Eyes that love you, arms that hold, And for your spirit’s still delight, Holy thoughts that star the night.

Spend all you have for loveliness, Buy it and never count the cost; For one white singing hour of peace Count many a year of strife well lost, And for a breath of ecstasy Give all you have been, or could be.

-Sara Teasdale

Margaret, are you grieving Over Goldengrove unleaving? Leaves, like the things of man, you With your fresh thoughts care for, can you? Ah! as the heart grows older It will come to such sights colder By and by, nor spare a sigh Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie; And yet you will weep and know why. Now no matter, child, the name: Sorrow’s springs are the same. Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed What heart heard of, ghost guessed: It is the blight man was born for, It is Margaret you mourn for.

I know the last seems a bit out of place, but it really means a lot to me-it is about the sadness of growing up. It is about how when we are young, we mourn the coming of fall, but as we grow older, the pleasure of such small things as spring and summer are lost to us. We grow up, and the innocence of childhood is lost. Margaret is a little girl grieving for summer, but she is really grieving for herself. For her chiildhood that is growing shorter with the end of each passing summer. It is the blight man was born for to grow older, and to always miss the past. The blight is to aging. We cannot stop time. And Margaret, innocently mourning summer, is really saddened by the weight of all that, of how everyone must grow up, even though she doesnt truly understand her sorrow.

I don’t know your story, but all these quotes and poems touched me, and I hope they help you and your friend.