All she said was, I was so lonely. And Father Time said, You were never alone.
You’re never in love with anyone the way you are when you’re eighteen, on a beach, at night, with your shoes off. I still can’t believe he’s gone.
You're giving them false hope. ...What is false about hope?
You should be convinced of the authenticity of what you have, but you must also be humble enough to say that we dont know everything. And since we dont know everything, we must accept that another per...
You see, you closed your eyes. That was the difference. Sometimes you cannot believe what you see, you have to believe what you feel. And if you are ever going to have other people trust you, you must...
You say you should have died instead of me. But during my time on earth, people died instead of me, too. It happens every day. When lightning strikes a minute after you are gone, or an airplane crashe...
You need to keep people close. You need to give them access to your heart.
You know what the Buddhists say? Don't cling to things, because everything is impermanent.
You have one family, Charley. For good or bad. You have one family. You can’t trade them in. You can’t lie to them. You can’t run two at once, substituting back and forth.Sticking with your family is...
You don't know how to live until you learn how to die.
You can’t fit the Lord in a box. But you can gather stories, tradition, wisdom, and in time, you needn’t lower the shelf; God is already nearer to thee.
You can touch everything and be connected to nothing.
You can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back.
You can be a mama's boy, be a daddy's boy, but you can't be both. So you cling to the one you think you might lose.
You are not your past.
Without love, we are birds with broken wings.
Wherever I went in my life, I met people who wanted to gobble up something new. Gobble up a new car. Gobble up a new piece of property. Gobble up the latest toy. And then they wanted to tell you about...
When you're an outcast, even a tossed stone can be cherished.
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 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...