Death ends a life, not a relationship.

All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.

Life is a series of pulls back and forth... A tension of opposites, like a pull on a rubber band. Most of us live somewhere in the middle. A wrestling match...Which side win? Love wins. Love always wins

Sacrifice is a part of life. It's supposed to be. It's not something to regret. It's something to aspire to.

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.

Morrie was in a wheelchair full-time now, getting used to helpers lifting him like a heavy sack from the chair to the bed and the bed to the chair.

Things change when you're not in danger anymore.

I decided I"m going to live-or at least try to live- the way I want, with dignity, with courage, with humor, with composure. (pg. 21)

There are no random acts...We are all connected...You can no more separate one life from another than you can separate a breeze from the wind...