Everyone is in such a hurry to find the meaning in their lives. Once you start running, it’s hard to slow yourself down.
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.
Morrie might have died without ever seeing me again. I had no good excuse for this, except the one that everyone these days seems to have. I had become too wrapped up in the siren song of my own life. I was busy.
Before newborns open their eyes, we circle them, appearing as brilliant colors, and when they clench their tiny hands for the first time, they are actually grabbing the colors they find most appealing.
What do you do when you lose a loved one too quickly? When you have no time to prepare before, suddenly, that soul is gone?
I give myself a good cry if I need it, but then I concentrate on all good things still in my life. On the people who are coming to see me. On the stories that I’m going to hear. On you, if it’s Tuesday. Because we’re Tuesday people.
There is life after this life.
The Blue Man held out his hand. “Fairness,” he said, “does not govern life and death. If it did, no good person would ever die young.