You might say that is too young to die. But what is too young for a life?
You loved to teach. In time, you tried the rabbinate. And you failed. But a great Jewish scholar said two words you would later invoke many times with many of us: try again. And you did. Thank God you...
You know what the Buddhists say? Don't cling to things, because everything is impermanent. - Morrie
You know how it is--you get used to something, people rely on you, one day you wake up and you can't tell Tuesday from Thursday. You're doing the same boring stuff, you're a 'ride man
You know how it is- you get used to something, people rely on you, one day you wake up and you can't tell Tuesday from Thursday. You're doing the same boring stuff.
You have to find what is good and true and beautiful in your life as it is now.
You don't miss things. You miss people.
You didn't get it. Sacrifice is a part of life. It's supposed to be. It's not something to regret. It's something to aspire to. Little sacrifices. Big sacrifices. A mother works so her son can go to s...
You cannot write if you do not read, the blind man said. You cannot eat if you do not chew. And you cannot play if you do not—he grabbed for the boy’s hand—listen.
You cannot ask things to do what they are not meant to do. Eventually, they will break.
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. We all want the same things: comfort, love,...
You can be a mama's boy or and a Daddy's boy,but you can't be both. So you cling to the you you think you might lose.
You are here so I can teach you something. That there are no random acts. That we are all connected. That you can no more separate one life from another than you can separate abreeze from the wind.
You are born into your first one. Your mother plays the lead. She shares the stage with your father and siblings. Or perhaps your father is absent, an empty stool under a spotlight. But he is still a...
Yes, I said, but if aging were so valuable, why do people always say, Oh, if I were young again. You never hear people say, I wish I were sixty-five. He smiled. You know what that reflects? Unsatisfie...
YOU TAKA MY SPACEI BREAKA YOUR FACE
Without love we all like birds with broken wings.
With Marguerite, he wanted only time—more and more time—and he was granted it, nighttimes and daytimes and nighttimes again.
Why is it so hard to think about dying? Because, Morrie continued, most of us all walk around as if we’re sleepwalking. We really don’t experience the world fully, because we’re half-asleep, doing thi...
When he died, he took part of me with him . I was stuck after that