Lost love is still love, Eddie. It just takes a different form, that's all. You can't hold their hand... You can't tousle their hair... But when those senses weaken another one comes to life......

They were there, or would be there, because of the simple, mundane things Eddie had done in his life, the accidents he had prevented, the rides he had kept safe, the unnoticed turns he had affected...

Fear is how you lose your life . . . a little bit at a time. . . . What we give to fear, we take away from . . . faith.

Wanting what you can't have. Looking for self-worth in the mirror. Layering work on top of work and still wondering why you weren't satisfied -- before working some more.

This is how talents weave from generation to generation, how the shadow stretches, and how an artist born nearly a hundred years earlier begins to fill the soul of a child who shares his name.

Finally, on the fourth of November, when those he loved had left the room just for a moment-to grab coffee in the kitchen, the first time none of them were with him since the coma began-Morrie stopped...

Does this prove what we believe?""If you believe it, you don't need proof.

I think people believe what they want to believe.

Morrie believed in the inherent good of people. But he also saw what they could become. People are only mean when they're threatened, he said later that day, and that's what our culture does. That's...

On earth, Marguerite said, when you fell asleep, you sometimes dreamed your heaven and those dreams helped to form it. But there was no reason for such dreams now.

And then he understands. 'He sleeps in a storm.'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...

But every family is a ghost story. The dead sit at our tables long after they have gone.

Faith isn't about doing. You are how you act not just how you believe.

Loyalty ruled this woman's soul, but loyalty needs a partner.

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...

You're giving them false hope. ...What is false about hope?

Morrie had become a lightning rod of ideas. He jotted down his thoughts on yellow pads, envelopes, folders, scrap paper. He wrote bite-sized philosophies about living with death's shadow: Accept what...

When he died, he took part of me with him . I was stuck after that

He thought about his son's stone flying across the yard, the youthful idea that you could toss away the future ifyou didn't like it-and he realized, suddenly, what he needed to do.

Fairness does not govern life and death.

Everyone knows they're going to die, but nobody believes it

His plans never worked out. In time,he found himself graying and wearing looser pants and in a state of weary acceptance, that this was who he was and who he would always be, a man with sand in his...

Her divorced friends had made a pact not to leave each other alone on nights when loneliness had extra strength.

But a man who can take anything will find most things unsatisfying.

Did you ever wonder? Why people gather when others die? Why people feel they should? It is because the human spirit know, deep down, that all lives intersect.

Sometimes the children asked Eddie to lift them over his head, and when Eddie complied, he saw the mothers' sad smiles: He guessed it was the right lift but the wrong pair of arms.

She wanted to blame him, to blame her whole rotton existence. But seeing Ethan, seeing her mother, seeing the world after the world she had known, somehow took her to the very bottom, the end of...

I got to keep my promise. I didn't leave you behind.

We are Tuesday people

I prefer them broken.''Why is that?' Victor said.Dor looked at the grain of sand in his fingers.'Because I am the sinner who created them.