I hope that one day you will think of me as your friend.
When lightning strikes after you're gone, or a plane you could have been on crashes. When your coworker gets sick and you don't. We think those things are random, but there is a balance in everything....
Invest in the human family. Invest in people. Build a little community of those you love and who love you. He squeezed my hand gently. I squeezed back harder. And like that carnival contest where you...
will share a secret: this is how talents are bestowed. Before newborns open their eyes, we circle them, appearing as brilliant colors, and when they clench their tiny hands for the first time, they...
Try to imagine a life without timekeeping. You probably can't. You know the month, the year, the day of the week. There is a clock on your wall or the dashboard of your car. You have a schedule, a...
Because there was a ghost involved, you may call this a ghost story. But what family isn't a ghost story? Sharing tales of those we've lost is how we keep from really losing them.
A man without memories is just a shell.
He listened as if you were the person in the world.
But everyone joins a band in this life. Only some of them play music.
Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers.
I made such a fool of myself, she lamented.Love does not make you a fool.He didn't love me back.That does not make you a fool, either.
We've got a form of brainwashing going on in our country," Morrie sighed. "Do you know how they brainwash people? They repeat something over and over. And that's what we do in this country. Owning...
But a man who can take anything will find most things unsatisfying. And a man without memories is just a shell.
Holding on to anger is poisoning yourself. It consumes us from the inside. We tend to think that hatred is a weapon against the person who hurt us. But the blade of hate is curved. And the harm we do...
You have to find what is good and true and beautiful in your life as it is now.
The secret is not to make your music louder, but to make the world quieter. The
Don't lose yourself... inside yourself...
We're Tuesday people, he said. Tuesday people, I repeated. Morrie smiled.
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...
My friends, if we tend to the things that are important in life, if we are right with those we love and behave in line with our faith, our lives will not be cursed with the aching throb of unfulfilled...
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.
Study me in my slow and patient demise. Watch what happens to me. Learn with me. -Morrie
Once he could read, all knowledge was within reach.
Do not stop your lives. Otherwise, this disease will have ruined three of us instead of one.
if you're trying to show off for people at the top, forget it. They will look down at you anyhow. And if you're trying to show off for people at the bottom, forget it. They will only envy you. Status...
You will never know all there is to know. You will learn until your final days.
There is a reason God limits our days. Why? To make each one precious.
Teacher affects immortality. The teacher can never tell at what point his effects stop moving.
Time passed. Like flakes shaken in a snow globe, the lives of those involved in the tragedy settled slowly to the ground, not in the same spots but in new pockets of peace.
First loves often remain in the heart, like plants that cannot grow in sunlight.
The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they...
What could you do? Major Major asked himself again. What could you do with a man who looked you...
If I turned towards books, it was because they were the only sanctuary I knew, one I needed in order...
We all had to pay, but not for the crimes we were accused of. There were other scores to settle.
Havermeyer was a lead bombardier who never missed. Yossarian was a lead bombardier who had been...
Why are they going to disappear him? I don't know. It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good...
the full fury of his storming countenance with its rugged overhang of gullied forehead and huge crag...
Keep in mind that when we talk of a great painting we are not really talking about anything great....
Read me back the last line. 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take...