Your voice was a weather van, it told us how your wind was blowing.
You should never construct a lie based on a child’s questions. It is like writing music based on cymbal crashes.
Families are like pieces of art, they can be made from many materials. Sometimes they are from birth, sometimes they are melded, sometimes they are merely time and circumstance mixing together, like eggs being scrambled in a Michigan kitchen.
You said it so innocently, so matter-of-factly, that it robbed us of our breath. And while we recovered to offer the standard adult response, that love doesn’t care about sickness or health, inside we were trembling, because we saw in you something, with your disease, that we were terrified of seeing in ourselves. Acceptance.
They say a child’s eyes are fully formed around age three, and that is why they appear so large on the face. Or maybe those years are just so full of wonder, the child can’t help it.
Well, when people get married, they share the love of a couple. But when children arrive, they create another love, not just for the new additions, but for the new entity they have created. The family. It is not better than a couple’s love, it’s complementary, forged with a new appreciation, and a wider, expansive heart.
In the evening, we’d all go together to a restaurant with some great pasta, maybe some duck – I love duck – and then we’d dance the rest of the night. I’d dance with all the wonderful dance partners out there, until I was exhausted. And then I’d go home and have a deep, wonderful sleep.
A tension of opposites, like a pull on a rubber band. And most of us live somewhere in the middle.” Sounds like a wrestling match, I say. “A wrestling match.” He laughs. “Yes, you could describe life that way. ” So which side wins, I ask? “Which side wins?” He smiles at me, the crinkled eyes, the crooked teeth. “Love wins. Love always wins.
Young men go to war. Sometimes because they have to. Sometimes because they want to. Always, they fell they are supposed to.
So many people walk around with a meaningless life. They seem half-asleep, even.
And the biggest one of those values, Mitch?” Yes? “Your belief in the importance of your marriage.
I think,” he says, smiling, “God overdid it.
When Morrie was with you, he was really with you. He looked you straight in the eye, and he listened as if you were the only person in the world. How much better would people get along if their first encounter each day were like this – instead of a grumble from a waitress or a bus driver or a boss?
Be compassionate,” Morrie whispered. “And take responsibility for each other. If we only learned those lessons, this world would be so much better a place.
He had created a cocoon of human activities – conversation, interaction, affection – and it filled his life like an overflowing soup bowl.
So many people with far smaller problems are so self-absorbed, their eyes glaze over if you speak for more than thirty seconds.
Because we embrace our scars more than our healing,” Lorraine said. “We can recall the exact day we got hurt, but who remembers the day the wound was gone? “From the moment you woke up in that hospital, I was different with you, and you were different with me. You were sullen. You were mad. You fought with me constantly. You hated my restrictions. But that wasn’t the real reason for your anger, was it?” Lorraine reached down and clutched Annie’s fingers.
It was only through default that the best professor I ever had became a teacher.
Seberapa banyak pun kau mengumpulkan hari-hari sepanjang hidupmu, semua takkan cukup untuk menggantikan satu hari itu, satu hari yang ingin sekali bisa kau miliki lagi.
Yang terjadi saat impianmu menjadi nyata adalah kesadaran yang perlahan luruh bahwa impianmu tidaklah seperti yang kau bayangkan. Dan impian itu tidak bisa menyelamatkanmu.