What did you expect the Lord to look like? Don’t we always say, ‘If only we could see God, we would know he was real’? What if He has finally given us a chance to see Him? Is it still not enough?
Forgive yourself... Then use this grace to spread my spirit.
Survive this voyage. And once you do, find another soul in despair.
The power of misery is its long shadow. It darkens everything within view.
What you’re thinking about can be what you become.
He tells me I need to be “fully human.” He speaks of the alienation of youth and the need for “connectedness” with the society around me.
Maybe that’s worse, not letting ourselves be loved. Because we’re too afraid of giving ourselves to someone we might lose.
He was making sure I absorbed this point, without embarrassing me by asking. It was part of what made him a good teacher.
Learn to detach.
Part of me is scared of leaving school. Part of me wants to go so desperately.
At seventy-eight, he was giving as an adult and taking as a child.
I envy them being able to go to the health club, or go for a swim. Or dance. Mostly for dancing. But envy comes to me, I feel it, and then I let it go. Remember what I said about detachment? Let it go. Tell yourself, ‘That’s envy, I’m going to separate from it now.’ And walk away.
Death has a way of doing that. “The truth is, Mitch,” he said, “once you learn how to die, you learn how to live.
But as with any miracle left long enough in man’s hands, more earthly explanations arise.
So I carried that love, searching the world for a place to lay it down, but never found anywhere or anyone until I found you. I have been a poor man in many ways, Annabelle. Perhaps, upon reflection, even an unlucky one. But I was lucky in the most important way. That night after the fireworks, you told me your name and I told you mine.
Part of the problem, Mitch, is that everyone is in such a hurry,” Morrie said. “People haven’t found meaning in their lives, so they’re running all the time looking for it. They think the next car, the next house, the next job. Then they find those things are empty, too, and they keep running.
Love is how you stay alive.
People have’t found meaning in their lives so they’re running all the time looking for it.
I decided I”m going to live-or at least try to live- the way I want, with dignity, with courage, with humor, with composure.
I look back sometimes at the person I was before I rediscovered my old professor. I want to talk to that person. I want to tell him what to look out for, what mistakes to avoid. I want to tell him to be more open, to ignore the lure of advertised values, to pay attention when your loved ones are speaking, as if it were the last time you might hear them.