I’m too ugly to be a narcissist.
I traded lots of dreams for a bigger paycheck.
Small towns begin with a sign. The words can be as simple as the title of a story – Welcome to Harberville, Now entering Clawson – but once you cross, you are inside that story, and all that you do will be part of its tale.
Do not stop your lives. Otherwise, this disease will have ruined three of us instead of one.
There would be lots of holding and kissing and talking and laughter and no good-byes left unsaid.
Everyone is in such a hurry to find the meaning in their lives. Once you start running, it’s hard to slow yourself down.
Once he could read, all knowledge was within reach.
The telephone voice is but a seduction, a bread crumb to an appetite.
You might say that is “too young” to die. But what is too young for a life?
Once, he had prided himself on keeping time with water. But man invents nothing God did not create first.
The wrongs we do open doors to do right.
I’m on the last great journey here – and people want me to tell them what to pack.
Study me in my slow and patient demise. Watch what happens to me. Learn with me.” -Morrie-.
I do not want to die,” she whispered. “You will not die.” “I want to be with you.” “You are.
People often ask what I miss about Morrie. I miss that belief in humanity. I miss the eyes that could view life so encouragingly. And I miss his laugh. I really do.
Children wonder at the world. Parents wonder at their children’s wonder. In so doing, we are all together young.
That’s what we’re all looking for. A certain peace with the idea of dying. If we know, in the end, that we can ultimately have that peace with dying, then we can finally do the really hard thing.” Which is? “Make peace with living.
But everyone joins a band in this life. Only some of them play music.
He listened as if you were the person in the world.
Morrie closed his eyes. “I know, Mitch. You mustn’t be afraid of my dying. I’ve had a good life, and we all know it’s going to happen. I maybe have four or five months.