“Losing you're co-remember meant losing the memory itself.”
Source: The Fault in Our Stars
“…and he wasn't reconciled to dying. Dora told him he was going to a better world. "Mebbe, mebbe," says poor Ben, "but I'm sorter used to the imperfections of this one.”
Source: Anne of Windy Poplars
“I may be dying, but I am surrounded by loving, caring souls. How many people can say that?”
Source: Tuesdays With Morrie: An old man, a young man, and life's greatest lesson
“Teaching the layperson (divulgare) is not distorting (tergiversare) the subject, but educating the public; and it is our duty as scientists to educate without distorting the essence of the scientific knowledge attained by humanity. The future of our society depends upon this premise.”
Source: Galloping with Light - Einstein, Relativity, and Folklore
“People scooped up these tabloids, devoured their gossip.. But now, for some reason, I found myself thinking about Morrie whenever I read anything silly or mindless.
I kept picturing him there, in the house with the Japanese maple.. counting his breath, squeezing out every moment with his loved ones, while I spent so many hours on things that meant absolutely nothing to me personally.”
Source: Tuesdays With Morrie: An old man, a young man, and life's greatest lesson
“A human textbook. Study me in my slow and patient demise. Watch what happens to me. Learn with me. Morrie would walk that final bridge between life and death, and narrate the trip.”
Source: Tuesdays With Morrie: An old man, a young man, and life's greatest lesson
“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 had always been a wonderful listener.”
Source: Tuesdays With Morrie: An old man, a young man, and life's greatest lesson
“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 over in bed.
How could he be so accepting? I watched him struggle with a fork, picking at a piece of tomato, missing it the first two times - a pathetic scene, and yet I could not deny that sitting in his presence was almost magically serene, the same calm breeze that soothed me back in college.”
Source: Tuesdays With Morrie: An old man, a young man, and life's greatest lesson
“I asked Morrie if he felt sorry for himself.
"Sometimes, in the mornings," he said.
"That's when I mourn. I feel around my body, I move my fingers and my hands - whatever I can still move - and I mourn what I've lost. I mourn the slow, insidious way in which I'm dying. But then I stop mourning.”
Source: Tuesdays With Morrie: An old man, a young man, and life's greatest lesson
“I give myself a good cry if I need it.
But then I concentrate on all the good things still in my life. On the people who are coming to see me. On the stories I'm going to hear. On you - if it's Tuesday. Because we're Tuesday people.”
Source: Tuesdays With Morrie: An old man, a young man, and life's greatest lesson
