Life has to end, she said. Love doesn't.
And because he was still able to move his hands - Morrie always spoke with both hands waving - he showed great passion when explaining how you face the end of life.
He leaned in. Now. My turn. Look, if you say that science will eventually prove there is no God, on that I must differ. No matter how small they take it back, to a tadpole, to an atom, there is always...
The dead sit at our tables long after they have gone.
Nurses came to his house to work with Morrie's withering legs.. bending them back and forth as if pumping water from a well.. He met with meditation teachers, and closed his eyes and narrowed his thou...
Time is not something you give back. The very next moment may be an answer to your prayer. To deny that is to deny the most important part of the future. What’s that?Hope.
The fact is, there is no foundation, no secure ground, upon which people may stand today if it isn’t the family. If you don’t have the support and love and caring and concern that you get from a famil...
I watched him now, his hands working gingerly, as if he were learning to use them for the first time. He could not press down hard with a knife. His fingers shook. Each bite was a struggle; he chewed...
Belief, hard work, love - you have those things, you can do anything.
Going back to something is harder than you think.I don't suppose I could have broken my mother's heart any more if I tried.
What happened to me? I asked myself. Morris's high, smoky voice took me back to my university years, when I thought rich people were evil, a shirt and tie were prison clothes, and life without freedom...
What a waste.. All those people saying all those wonderful things, and Irv never got to hear any of 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? .. give up days and weeks of our lives, addicted...
I seemed to slip in a time warp when I visited Morrie, and I liked myself better when I was there.
I like myself better when I'm with you.
Each time we talk, he listens to me ramble, then he tries to pass on some sort of life lesson. He warns me that money is not the most important thing, contrary to the popular view on campus. He tells...
Do I wither up and disappear, or do I make the best of my time left?.. He would not wither. He would not be ashamed of dying.
ALS is like a lit candle: it melts your nerves and leaves your body a pile of wax.. you cannot support yourself standing.. you cannot sit up straight. By the end, if you are still alive.. your soul, p...
People scooped up these tabloids, devoured their gossip.. But now, for some reason, I found myself thinking about Morrie whenever I read anything silly or mindless. I kept picturing him there, in the...
Things change when you're not in danger anymore.