“The last class of my old professor’s life took place once a week in his house, by a window in the study where he could watch a small hibiscus plant shed its pink leaves.”

“Do I wither up and disappear, or do I make the best of my time left?.. He would not wither. He would not be ashamed of dying.”

“I wrote articles about rich athletes who, for the most part, could not care less about people like me. .. My days were full, yet I remained, much of the time, unsatisfied. What happened to me?”

“After the funeral, my life changed. I felt as if time were suddenly precious, water going down an open drain, and I could not move quickly enough. No more playing music at half-empty night clubs. No more writing songs in my apartment, songs that no one would hear.”

“If some mystical clarity of thought came when you looked death in the eye, then I knew Morrie wanted to share it. And I wanted to remember it for as long as I could.”

“Holding him like that moved me in a way I cannot describe, except to say I felt the seeds of death inside his shrivelling frame, and as I laid him in his chair, adjusting his head on the pillows, I had the coldest realisation that our time was running out.”

“It’s only horrible if you see it that way,” Morrie said. “It’s horrible to watch my body slowly wilt away to nothing. But it’s also wonderful because of all the time I get to say good-bye.” He smiled. “Not everyone is so lucky.”

“But I can sit here with my dwindling days and look at what I think is important in life. I have both the time – and the reason – to do that.”

“When you are measuring life, you are not living it…”

“What was the constant?Movement. Yes. With time there was always movement. The setting sun. The dripping water. Thependulums. The spilling sand. To realize his destiny, such movement had to cease. He had to stop the flowof time completely …”

“We’re gonna make up for that. We’re gonna live a long time together.”

“It is too late.” The old man shook his head. “It is never too late or too soon. It is when it is supposed to be.” He smiled. “There is a plan, Dor.”

“You can find something truly important in an ordinary minute.”

“With endless time, nothing is special. With no loss or sacrifice, we can’t appreciate what we have”

“There are songs that you play that you have to restart, and songs that you play that you never get right. But when a song is complete, there is no more you can do.”