But you grab a moment, or you let it pass.
But you can touch everything and be connected to nothing.
But there's a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind all your st...
But my father, a thief in many ways, had robbed me of my concentration.
And facing death changes all that? Oh, yes. You strip away all that stuff and you focus on the essentials. When you realize you are going to die, you see everything much differently. He
Accept what you are able to do and what you are not able to do.
Accept the past as the past, without denying it or discarding it.
You can feel the whole world and still feel lost in it. So many people are in pain-- no matter how smart or accomplished--they cry, they yearn, they hurt. But instead of looking down on things, they l...
I find interesting characters or lessons that resonate with people and sometimes I write about them in the sports pages, sometimes I write them in a column, sometimes in a novel, sometimes a play or s...
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’re never in love with anyone the way you are when you’re eighteen,
Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers.
You know what really gives you satisfaction? Offering others what you have to give.
You humans are always locking each other away. Cells. Dungeons. Some of your earliest jails were sewers, where men sloshed in their own waste. No other creature has this arrogance—to confine its own....
Why do the strings make different sounds, Maestro? It is simple. They work like life. I don’t understand. The first string is E. It is high pitched and quick like a child. The second string is B. It i...
Why didn’t I feel this before? she whispered. 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?
When you look into your mother’s eyes, you know that is the purest love you can find on this earth.
When you give, you get, he said.
When death takes your mother, it steals that word forever.
We've got a sort 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 thing...