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 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 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...
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...
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...
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 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.
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.
There are many things in my life that I wish I could take back. Many moments I would recast.
If the only thing wrong with mosques, Lent, chanting, ?Mecca, confession, or reincarnation is that they're not yours- well maybe the problem is YOU
If some mystical clarity of thought came when you looked death in the eye, then I knew Morrie wanted to share it. And I wanted to remember it for as long as I could.
I lifted my eyes, and, for the first time, admitted the truth.I gave up, I whispered.Don't give up, she whispered back.
How do you let go of anger? How do you release a fury you’ve been standing on for so long, you would stumble were it yanked away?
Then he commandeered the floor, shooting back and forth like some hot Latin lover. When he finished, everyone applauded. He could have stayed in that moment forever.
Look. I know what I believe. It's in my soul. But I constantly tell our people: you should be convinced of the authenticity of what you have, but you must also be humble enough to say that we don't kn...
I thought about how often this was needed in everyday life. How we feel lonely, sometimes to the point of tears, but we don't let those tears come because we are not supposed to cry. Or how we feel a...
But behind all your stories is always your mother's story, because hers is where yours begins.
What do people fear most about death? I asked the reb.Fear? he thought for a moment. 'Well, for one thing, what happens next? Where do we go? Is it what we imagined?That's big.Yes. But there's somethi...
I drive a beat-up Mercury Cougar, with the windows down and the music up. I seek my identity in toughness - but it is Morrie's softness that draws me, and because he doesn't look at me as a kid trying...
Have you ever really had a teacher? One who saw you as a raw but precious thing, a jewel that, with wisdom, could be polished to a proud shine? If you are lucky enough to find your way to such teacher...