One mile farther and I come to a second grave beside the road, nameless like the other, marked only with the dull blue-black stones of the badlands. I do not pause this time. The more often you stop the more difficult it is to continue. Stop too long and they cover you with rocks. Edward Abbey
About This Quote

This quote is very similar to the previous one, but it’s about being too close to death. Edna St. Vincent Millay wrote this to express the point that you have to keep pushing forward, even if you are so close to dying that you can no longer see anything. It's not over until it's over, but there is always hope left, so don't give up.

Source: Beyond The Wall: Essays From The Outside

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