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“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.”

Book:Tuesdays With Morrie: An old man, a young man, and life's greatest lesson

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Tuesdays With Morrie: An old man, a young man, and life's greatest lesson

This memoir explores the deepening bond between Morrie Schwartz, a beloved college professor, and Mitch Albom, his former student, as they meet weekly to discuss life, love, and mortality. The story delves into the wisdom and insights Morrie imparts, offering a moving reflection on the human experience and the importance of living fully. more

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Mitch Albom

Mitch Albom, born on May 23, 1958, is a renowned American author known for his profound exploration of themes such as life, faith, and love. His works, including 'Tuesdays with Morrie' and 'For One More Day', are celebrated for their emotional depth and rich character development. more

“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.”

Self Lost Dying Sorry Ill Mourn Insidious Slow

Book:Tuesdays With Morrie: An old man, a young man, and life's greatest lesson

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“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.”

People Life Self Dying Cry Good Story Need Tuesday Concentrate

Book:Tuesdays With Morrie: An old man, a young man, and life's greatest lesson

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“I could die in this very instant and I would be content. Time is inevitable and regardless of my physical, I’ll always be here. I’ll always linger and be a part of, have my heart in the air and my soul in what I believed in.”

Love Life Truth Death Dying Thoughts Present Being In The Moment Being Here

Author:Dominic Riccitello

“"Eva?" the monster whispered, feathering a panicked touch to her cheek. Her color was fading, a deathly pallor swallowing the rosy hue of sun-touched skin. "Wake up," it pleaded weakly, cradling the back of her neck to prevent her head from lolling. Salt burned the corners of its eyes. Strange, how tears could hurt sometimes. With a little sob, the monster repositioned Eva on the grass and pressed both palms to the wound in her side. The gentle pressure made Eva convulse, her eyes slitting open. She moaned. "I’m sorry." The monster couldn’t tell where its panic ended and Arthur’s began. The level of terror coursing through their shared being was so violent it made the monster nauseous. "I’m so sorry. But you’ve got to stay awake for me.” It scrubbed under its eyes, clearing the blurriness away, tasting salt. "You have to stay.” Eva’s lips parted, but no sound came out. The monster stripped off Arthur’s shirt and balled it up, then pressed it to her wound. "Come on, Freckles,” it choked out. The monster had never prayed before. What was a creature like it supposed to do with God, anyway? But it firmly believed that if anyone should curry divine favor, it was Arthur’s bee girl.”