I read once that sorrow looks back, worry looks around, and faith looks ahead.

I think this is when most people give up on their stories. They come out of college wanting to change the world, wanting to get married, wanting to have kids and change the way people buy office...

Run after truth until you're breathless. Accept the pain involved in re-creating yourself afresh. These ideas will take a life to comprehend, a hard one interspersed with drunken moments.

But you were my consolation and joy! Life is a barren, destructive desert, and you alone are the moist, green oasis for the soul to seek refuge in

The woman is life, death itself is crowned with the greatness of truth in her hands.

Everyone is passionate about happiness, but it is like the moon hidden behind the winter clouds

He told himself that he could only survive through madness. Only madness can accommodate faith and disbelief, glory and shame, love and deception, honesty and lies. As for the mind, how can it bear...

I resemble that worm which crawls through dust,Lives in the dust, eats dustUntil a passerby's foot crushes it.

It isn't a brute instinct that keeps us restless and dissatisfied. I'll tell you what it is: it's the highest goal of man - the need to grow and advance . . . to find new things . . . to expand. To...

Everything is true,' he said. 'Everything anybody has ever thought.''Will you be all right?''I'll be all right,' he said, and thought, And I'm going to die. Both those are true, too.

Imagine being sentient but not alive. Seeing and even knowing, but not alive. Just looking out. Recognizing but not being alive. A person can die and still go on. Sometimes what looks out at you from...

To live is to be haunted.

You will be required to do wrong no matter where you go. It is the basic condition of life, to be required to violate your own identity. At some time, every creature which lives must do so. It is the...

He thought of all the ways that so many people felt about life. Life was a matter of regret--how could it be anything else? We knew that we would lose the things we loved; we knew that sooner or later...

The previously unloved may find it hard to believe that they are now loved; that is such a miracle, they feel; such a miracle.

It was time to take the pumpkin out of the pot and eat it. In the final analysis, that was what solved these big problems of life. You could think and think and get nowhere, but you still had to eat...

There is nothing perfect...only life.

I AM A VICTIM OF A CHAIN ​​OF ACCIDENTS, LIKE ALL OF US.

Wine is like many of the fine experiences in life which take time and experience to extract their full pleasure and meaning.

Once you learn how to die, you learn how to live.

A wrestling match.. Yes, you could describe life that way." So which side wins, I ask? He smiles at me, the crinkled eyes, the crooked teeth. "Love wins. Love always wins.

One afternoon, I am complaining about the confusion of my age, what is expected of me versus what I want for myself. Have I told you about the tension of opposites? he says. Life is a series of pulls...

The culture we have does not make people feel ood about themselves. And you have to be strong enough to say if the culture doesn't work, don't buy it. -Morrie

In a strange way, I envied the quality of Morrie's time even as I lamented its diminishing supply. Why did we bother with all the distractions we did?

Eddie admitted that some of his life he'd spent hiding from God, and the rest of the time he thought he went unnoticed.

Eddie told her he had made things square and her eyebrows lifted and her lips spread and Eddie felt and old, warm feeling he had missed for years, the simple act of making his wife happy

The backside of mountain is a fight against human nature," he said. "You have to care as much about yourself on the way down as you did on the way up.

One afternoon, I am complaining about the confusion of my age, what is expected of me versus what I want for myself.

This is life. Things get taken away. You will learn to start over many times-or you will be useless.

One must indeed test the strings to this life, bounce the bow, wet the mouthpiece, prepare for the deeper music that follows.