Kai laiko turi be galo, niekas nebėra ypatinga. Be netekčių ar aukos mes nesugebame įvertinti to, ką turime.
It is too late. The old man shook his head. It is never too late or too soon. It is when it is supposed to be. He smiled. There is a plan, Dor.
I didn't want to forget him. Maybe I didn't want him to forget me.
I didn't want to be ordinary, I mumbled.My mother looked up. What ordinary, Charley?You know. Someone you forget.From the other room came the squeals of children. Miss Thelma turned her chin to the so...
I bought this the day before at a shopping mall. I didn't want to forget him. Maybe I didn't want him to forget me.
For a while, we just ate like that, a sick old man, a healthy, younger man, both absorbing the quiet of the room. I would say it was an embarrassed silence, but I seemed to be the only one embarrassed...
Everybody knows they’re going to die, but nobody believes it. If we did, we would do things differently,’ Morrie said. ‘So we kid ourselves about death,’ I (Mitch) said. ‘Yes, but there’s a better app...
If you don't have the support and love and caring and connection that you get from a family, you don't have much at all.
When hope is gone, time is punishment.
Sometimes your kids will say the nastiest things, won't they, Rose? You want to ask,'Whose child is this?'Rose chuckled.But usually, they're just in some kind of pain. They need to work it out.
I was astonished by his complete lack of self-pity. Morrie, who could no longer dance, swim, bathe, or walk; Morrie, who could no longer answer his own door, dry himself after a shower, or even roll o...
I lifted my eyes, and, for the first time, admitted the truth.I gave up, I whispered.Don't give up, she whispered back.
I had also developed my own culture. Work. Over the years, I had taken labor as my companion and had moved everything else to the side.
I don't know what it is about the food your mother makes for you, especially when it's something that anyone can make - pancakes, meat loaf, tuna salad - but it carries a certain taste of memory.
He told his friends that if they really wanted to help him, they would treat him not with sympathy but with visits, phone calls, a sharing of their problems - the way they had always.. because Morrie...
Forgive yourself before you die. Then forgive others.
Didn't people call New Year's the loneliest night on the calender? She took comfort in knowing somewhere on the planet, someone might be as miserable as she was.
But behind all your stories is always your mother's story, because hers is where yours begins.
He died at forty-two.I was there to collect his talent.I was there at the hospital deathbed of my beloved Billie Holiday, just forty-four, her liver destroyed by drinking; I was there inside the hotel...
Love- the infatuation kind- 'he's so handsome, she's so beautiful'- that can shrivel. As soon as something goes wrong, that kind of love can fly out the window.