“We can't stop living because other people are dead.”

“Perhaps all our troubles - all the violence, obesity, illness, depression, and greed we can't overcome - began when we stopped living as Running People. Deny your nature, and it will erupt in some other, uglier way.”

Christopher McDougall (1962) American journalist and writer

“Stopped in schooling and stopped in learning is different. If you stop learning that means you're dead, because everyday in our life we have to learn something new.”

Christian Canlubo (2002) Filipino Internet Entrepreneur

“Obstacles can't stop you. Problems can't stop you. Most of all others can't stop you. The only one who stops you is yourself.”

Jeffrey Gitomer (1946) American writer

“Criticism didn't really stop us and it shouldn't ever stop anyone, because critics are only the people who can't get a record deal themselves.”

Paul McCartney (1942) English singer-songwriter and composer

“For all the accomplishments of molecular biology, we still can't tell a live cat from a dead cat.”

Lynn Margulis (1938–2011) American evolutionary biologist

“There is never a time when a president can act to stop a tragedy from occurring without being held politically accountable one way or the other. If he does it and fails, he's wrong. If he does it and succeeds, he was never right because it didn't happen. If we go in and stop an act of genocide, we can't prove what we stopped.”

Joe Biden (1942) 47th Vice President of the United States (in office from 2009 to 2017)

“We don't stop loving people just because we hate them, but we don't stop hating them either.”

Jonathan Tropper (1970) American writer

“Objects exist and if one pays more attention to them than to people, it is precisely because they exist more than the people. Dead objects are still alive. Living people are often already dead.”

Jean-Luc Godard (1930) French-Swiss film director, screenwriter and film critic

“When the dead are done with the living, the living can go on to other things," Franny said. "What about the dead?" I asked. "Where do we go?”

Alice Sebold book The Lovely Bones