Yet all around you, timekeeping is ignored. Birds are not late. A dog does not check its watch. Deer do not fret over passing birthdays.
That’s you?” she whispered. “Away from the one I love.” “For how long?” “As long as time itself.” She saw him rise to the cave wall and carve a symbol. Three wavy lines. “What’s that?” “Her hair.” “Why are you drawing it?” “To remember.” “She died?” “I wanted to perish, too.” “You really loved her?” “I would have given my life.” “Would you have taken it?” “No, child,” he said. “That is not ours to do.
Everything in this world is music if you can hear it. Make a joyful noise, the psalm says.
There’s a big confusion in this country over what we want versus what we need,” Morrie said.
When someone passes, people always ask, why did God take them? A better question would be why did God give them to us? What did we do to deserve their love, their joy, the sweet moments we shared? Those moments are a gift.
The sick and elderly sometimes say, “Let me go. I am ready to meet the Lord.” But what need do I have for such surrender? I have met the Lord already.
He explained how once we began to chime the hour, we lost the ability to be satisfied. There was always a quest for more minutes, more hours, faster progress to accomplish more in each day. The simple joy of living between sunrises was gone. “Everything man does today to be efficient, to fill the hour?” Dor said. “It does not satisfy. It only makes him hungry to do more. Man wants to own his existence. But no one owns time.
No one is born with anger. And when we die, the soul is freed of it.
Our voices dissipated into the empty ocean night, and at that moment it was possible to believe we were the only people left on Earth.
Worry is something you create.” “Why would we create worry?” “To fill a void.” “A void of what?” “Faith.
I know you before you are born. I know you after you die. My plans for you are not defined by this world.
And over time our marriage collapsed. She grew tired of my misery and I can’t say I blame her. When you’re rotten about yourself, you become rotten to everyone else, even those who love you.
We really don’t experience the world fully, because we’re half-asleep, doing things we automatically think we have to do.
It is never hard to act ordinary if you feel ordinary, and the paleness of surrender becomes the color of Eddie’s days.
She held out her arms. And for the first time in heaven, he initiated his contact, he came to her, ignoring the leg, ignoring all the ugly associations he had made about dance and music and weddings, realizing now that they were about loneliness.
On earth, Marguerite said, when you fell asleep, you sometimes dreamed your heaven and those dreams helped to form it.
What profits a man if he gains the whole world, but loses his soul?
He looked at his own arms and realized, in his earthly body, he was now older than his father. He had outlived him in every way.
Alli took her husband’s arm. “Your father was a faster runner and a better climber.
It takes so much to make you feel big in this world. It only takes an ocean to make you feel tiny.