The last class of my old professor’s life took place once a week in his house, by a window in the study where he could watch a small hibiscus plant shed its pink leaves.
One of the best things a child can do for an adult is to draw them down, closer to the ground, for clearer reception to the voices of the earth.
Every society has its own problems,” Morrie said, lifting his eyebrows, the closest he could come to a shrug. “The way to do it, I think, isn’t to run away. You have to work at creating your own culture.
For a while, we just ate like that, a sick old man, a healthy, younger man, both absorbing the quiet of the room. I would say it was an embarrassed silence, but I seemed to be the only one embarrassed.
Before I came to you,” he said, “you came to me.” Sarah studied his face. “You don’t really fix clocks, do you?” “I prefer them broken.” “Why is that?” Victor said. Dor looked at the grain of sand in his fingers. “Because I am the sinner who created them.
Barely pausing between songs, he played American compositions like “St. Louis Blues” and “Tiger Rag.” He played “Parfum” from the gypsy legend Django Reinhardt. He.
And without the work connection, the human ties released, like magnets losing their attraction.
Because, from the beginning, God said, ‘I’m gonna put this world into your hands. If I run everything, then that’s not you.’ So we were created with a piece of divinity inside us, but with this thing called free will, and I think God watches us everyday, lovingly, praying we will make the right choices.
The lust for power is combustible thing.
I thought about how often this was needed in everyday life. How we feel lonely, sometimes to the point of tears, but we don’t let those tears come because we are not supposed to cry. Or how we feel a surge of love for a partner but we don’t say anything because we’re frozen with the fear of what those words might do to the relationship.
If I can’t see them or hear them, how can I help them?
But what the Reb had said resonated, that you can embrace your own faith’s authenticity and still accept that others believe in something else.
I already knew the incredible profits in chemotherapy, and how those profits led to an insidious push for that treatment: when patients suggested another approach, physicians could be condescending, dismissing alternatives as risky, unproven, even quackery.
And it’s so true. Without love, we are birds with broken wings.
However, this is too harmonious, grand, and overwhelming a universe to believe it all on accident.
You took a huge part of us with you, Chika, the best part, but it was yours to take, and I hope it will always be close to you.
Dizzy Gillespie, the jazz trumpet player, once said, “It’s taken me all my life to learn what not to play.” He was one of my special ones. And he was quite correct. Silence enhances music. What you do not play can sweeten what you do. But.
I may be dying, but I am surrounded by loving, caring souls. How many people can say that?
Monsieur Django, I presume?” Duke Ellington said, offering his hand. “Monsieur.
Because it all ties together. When I grew up, I realized how lucky I’d been. I got serious. I studied. I went to college, then medical school. I specialized in replantation.