Tuesdays with Morrie

by Mitch Albom

“Forgive yourself before you die. Then forgive others.”

“Tears are okay.”

Make peace. You need to make peace with yourself and everyone around you.”

All I was afraid of was saying good-bye.

it was a most incredible feeling. The sensation of accepting what was happening, being at peace. I was thinking about a dream I had last week, where I was crossing a bridge into something unknown. Being ready to move on to whatever is next.”

“The fact that we make such a big hullabaloo over it is all because we don’t see ourselves as part of nature. We think because we’re human we’re something above nature.”

“As long as we can love each other, and remember the feeling of love we had, we can die without ever really going away. All the love you created is still there. All the memories are still there. You live on—in the hearts of everyone you have touched and nurtured while you were here.”

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

Love is different. Love is when you are as concerned about someone else’s situation as you are about your own.

You never want them to stop. But that’s part of being human. Stop, renew, stop, renew.”

don’t know how to say good-bye. He patted my hand weakly, keeping it on his chest. “This…is how we say…good-bye…”

I'm Sobbing

“You talk, I’ll listen,”

It was Tuesday.

there is no such thing as “too late” in life.

The last class of my old professor’s life took place once a week, in his home, by a window in his study where he could watch a small hibiscus plant shed its pink flowers. The class met on Tuesdays. No books were required. The subject was the meaning of life. It was taught from experience. The teaching goes on.

and soon we resumed our Tuesday ritual, only now, it is not on a college campus, where life just begins, but in a small sunny room where his life will end.

It’s amazing how he deals with it all, fighting it, crying over it, finally accepting it, growing stronger from it.