Much of what we called "depression" was really dissatisfaction, a result of setting a bar impossibly high or expecting treasures we weren't willing to work for.

Fairness does not govern life and death.

Suddenly, details seemed extremely important. Details were something to grab on to, a way to insert myself into the story.

We are involved in trillions of little acts just to keep going. So we don't get into the habit of standing back and looking at our lives and saying , Is this all? Is this all i want? Is something missing?

What a waste.. All those people saying all those wonderful things, and Irv never got to hear any of it.

I was so lonely. And Father Time said, You were never alone.

People are only mean when they're threatened, and that's what our culture does. That's what our economy does.

He was intent on proving that the word dying was not synonymous with useless.

Status will get you nowhere. Only an open heart will allow you to float equally between everyone.

I worked because I could control it.

Did God answer you? He smiled. Still waiting, he said.

You can know the whole world and still feel lost in it.

I had a very high-grade publisher tell me I was incapable of writing a memoir.

The culture we have does not make people feel good about themselves. And you have to be strong enough.

Forgive yourself before you die. Then forgive others.

How could he find perfection in such an average day? Then I realized this was the whole point.

People often belittle the place where they were born.

A funeral is no place for secrets.

Because when the world quiets to the sound of your own breathing, we all want the same things: comfort, love, and a peaceful heart.

You knew me. You knew that person, but you don't know the person I'm trying to become... You are not your past!

Before you measure the years, you measure the days.

Without love we all like birds with broken wings.

And because he was still able to move his hands - Morrie always spoke with both hands waving - he showed great passion when explaining how you face the end of life.

Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers.

Time is not something you give back.

When he died, he took part of me with him . I was stuck after that.

Don't get too attached to anything.

If the only thing wrong with Moses is that he's not yours; if the only thing wrong with Jesus is that he's not yours; if the only thing wrong with mosques, Lent, chanting, Mecca, Buddha, confession, or reincarnation is that they're not yours--well, maybe the problem is you.

That was what was missing. Every hurt he'd ever suffered, every ache he'd ever endured—it was all as gone as an expired breath. He could not feel agony. He could not feel sadness. His consciousness felt smoky, wisplike, incapable of anything but calm.

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.

Going back to something is harder than you think.

Oh, Eddie, it never changes, when the groom lifts the veil, when the bride accepts the ring, the possibilities you see in their eyes, it's the same around the world. They truly believe their love and their marriage is going to break all the records.

The End is coming. What will you do with the time you have left?

I have said that music allows for quick creation. But it is nothing compared with what you humans can destroy in a single conversation.

How can I be envious of where you are when I've been there myself?

Not aging is not the same as living.

Everyone knows they're going to die, but nobody believes it.

I got to keep my promise. I didn't leave you behind.

Before he can devote himself to God or a woman, a boy will devote himself to his father, even foolishly, even beyond explanation.

The secret to happiness...be satisfied and be grateful.

Things grow quickly are often more easily destroyed than those which take a long time.

You can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back.

And I realized when you look at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know.

How can he explain such sadness when she is supposed to make him happy? The truth is he cannot explain it himself. All he knows is that something stepped in front of him, blocking his way, until in time he gave up on things, he gave up studying engineering and he gave up on the idea of traveling. He sat down in his life. And there he remained.

We all have two things in common, no matter who we are: We were born and we are going to die.

It's not just other people we need to forgive, Mitch. " He finally whispered, "We also need to forgive ourselves.

I don't know what it is about 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.

Mitch, it is impossible for the old not to envy the young. But the issue is to accept who you are and revel in that. This is your time to be in your thirties. I had my time to be in my thirties, and now is my time to be seventy-eight.

He almost told her everything right then, that very moment. But you grab a moment, or you let it pass. He let it pass.