Suffer, die, or get better; but whatever you do, live while you are alive.

We work it out, or live it out.

It’s just there, and you have to survive it. You have to endure it. You have to live through it and love it and move on and be better for it and run as far as you can in the direction of your best and happiest dreams across the bridge that was built by your own desire to heal.

But you have to choose: live or tell.

I must be gone and live, or stay and die.

Let yourself go with the disease, be with it, keep company with it — this is the way to be rid of it.

You want to live? You better figure out your life.

Give in to love or live in fear.

You die when your spirit dies.
Otherwise, you live.
You may not do a good job of it, but you go on — something you have no choice about.

Living is
a thing you do
now or never — which do you?

You have to go the way your blood beats. If you don't live the only life you have, you won't live some other life, you won't live any life at all.

You will burn and you will burn out; you will be healed and come back again.

Nobody will protect you from your suffering. You can’t cry it away or eat it away or starve it away or walk it away or punch it away or even therapy it away. It’s just there, and you have to survive it. You have to endure it. You have to live through it and love it and move on and be better for it and run as far as you can in the direction of your best and happiest dreams across the bridge that was built by your own desire to heal.

Let it hurt. Let it bleed. Let it heal. And let it go.