One by one, over the months, the other bulbs burn out, and are gone. The first few of these hit Byron hard. He's still a new arrival, still hasn't accepted his immortality. But on through the burning hours he starts to learn about the transience of others: learns that loving them while they're here becomes easier, and also more intense—to love as if each design-hour will be the last.
Thomas Pynchon - Gravity's Rainbow
I can't go on, I'll go on.
Samuel Beckett - The Unnamable