We do not realize the sound the world makes - unless, of course, it comes to a stop. Then, when it starts, it sounds like an orchestra.
We’re gonna make up for that. We’re gonna live a long time together.
What in life can love not penetrate?
What was the constant?Movement. Yes. With time there was always movement. The setting sun. The dripping water. Thependulums. The spilling sand. To realize his destiny, such movement had to cease. He h...
What will you do with the time you have left?
What would you give to remember everything? I have this power. I absorb your memories; when you hear me, you relive them. A first dance. A wedding. The song that played when you got the big news. No o...
When I give my time, when I can make someone smile after they were feeling sad, it's as close to healthy as I ever feel.Do the kinds of things that come from the heart. When you do, you won't be dissa...
When Morrie was with you, he was really with you. He looked you straight in the eye, and he listened as if you were the only person in the world.
When a Catholic priest from across the street insulted one of our members, you demanded he apologize. When he did, you accepted, as his penance, a gesture. You waited until the Catholic schoolkids wer...
When a colleague at Brandeis died suddenly of a heart attack, Morrie went to his funeral. He came home depressed.What a waste, he said. All those people saying those wonderful things, and Irv never go...
When death takes your mother, it steals that word forever.
When he died, he took part of me with him . I was stuck after that
When he went blundering back to God,His songs half written, his work half done,Who knows what paths his bruised feet trod,What hills of peace or pain he won?I hope God smiled and took his hand,And sai...
When someone is in your heart, they're never truly gone. They can come back to you, even at unlikely times.
When you're an outcast, even a tossed stone can be cherished.
Why do you want to die?'I shivered. For a second I couldn't breathe.'You knew...?'She gave a sad smile.'I'm your mother.
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...
With Marguerite, he wanted only time—more and more time—and he was granted it, nighttimes and daytimes and nighttimes again.
Without love, we are birds with broken wings.
Y sin esperanza, el tiempo es un castigo
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