“I continuously see myself on an airplane that has unlimited fuel. I go here and there but can’t stop. Always flying over my destination. I’ve come to realize I must jump off with my parachute on of course. That is how I’m viewing my life right now.Once I find that loophole than I’ve reached my destination to success.”

“one plus one is two; so the cord of two is better than one.”

“Love means never saying goodbye.”

“Do you prefer Mitch? Or is Mitchell better?’.. .. Mitch, I say. Mitch is what my friends called me. ‘Well, Mitch it is then,’ Morrie says, as if closing a deal. ‘And, Mitch?’ Yes? ‘I hope one day you will think of me as your friend.”

“Every November of my boyhood, we put on red poppies and attended highly patriotic services in remembrance of those who had ‘given’ their lives. But on what assurance did we know that these gifts had really been made? Only the survivors—the living—could attest to it. In order to know that a person had truly laid down his life for his friends, or comrades, one would have to hear it from his own lips, or at least have heard it promised in advance. And that presented another difficulty. Many brave and now dead soldiers had nonetheless been conscripts. The known martyrs—those who actually, voluntarily sought death and rejoiced in the fact—had been the kamikaze pilots, immolating themselves to propitiate a ‘divine’ emperor who looked (as Orwell once phrased it) like a monkey on a stick. Their Christian predecessors had endured torture and death (as well as inflicted it) in order to set up a theocracy. Their modern equivalents would be the suicide murderers, who mostly have the same aim in mind. About people who set out to lose their lives, then, there seems to hang an air of fanaticism: a gigantic sense of self-importance unattractively fused with a masochistic tendency to self-abnegation. Not wholesome.The better and more realistic test would therefore seem to be: In what cause, or on what principle, would you risk your life?”

“Never annoy an inspirational author or you will become the poison in her pen and the villian in every one of her books.”

“From quiet homes and first beginning,Out to the undiscovered ends,There’s nothing worth the wear of winning,But laughter and the love of friends.”

“When choosing friends, be careful of those who are not willing to rise up to be at your level, but who are trying everything in their power to bring you down to their level.”

“But while the urban tribe helps us survive, it does not help us thrive. The urban tribe may bring us soup when we are sick, but it is the people we hardly know – those who never make it into our tribe – who will swiftly and dramatically change our lives for the better.”

“And thus we all are nighingThe truth we fear to know:Death will end our cryingFor friends that come and go.”

“She looked at him, his soft brown eyes and tall form, and contemplated raising herself on her toes and kissing his ear, or his cheek…Instead, impulsively before leaving, she reached up and smoothed his mussed hair.Mr. Bradford beamed.”

“humble pie will keep your company at your table longer.. – (G Swiss)”

“I am a free soul, singing my heart out by myself no matter where I go and I call strangers my friends because I learn things and find ways to fit them into my own world. I hear what people say, rearrange it, take away and tear apart until it finds value in my reality and there I make it work. I find spaces in between the cracks and cuts where it feels empty and there I make it work.”

“I know that your soul is on life support and that you feel lost and like you’re completely spinning out of control, but you’re finding yourself — here, tonight… even in this darkness.”