Y sin esperanza, el tiempo es un castigo
What's wrong with being number 2?
What will you do with the time you have left?
What if I lose you?You can't lose your mother, Charley.
We’re Tuesday people, he said. Tuesday people, I repeated. Morrie smiled.
We are too involved in materialistic things, and they don't satisfy us. The loving relationships we have, the universe around us, we take these things for granted.
We all know how to be a child.
Tension of opposites.
Secrets, Charley, my mother whispered. They'll tear you apart.
One must indeed test the strings in this life, bounce the bow, wet the mouthpiece, prepare for the deeper music that follows.
One day can bend your life.
Once he could read, all knowledge was within reach.
Man rarely knows his own power, the old man said.
Love. . . . You are born in it . . . you return to it.
It’s very simple. As you grow, you learn more.
In the water’s reflection she saw only loving scenes from her childhood, countless memories, her mother kissing her good night, unwrapping a new toy, plopping whipped cream onto pancakes, putting Anni...
In order to move on, you must understand why you felt what you did and why you no longer need to feel it.
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?
Holding onto things will only break your heart
Heaven is always thinking about us.