You're Not Listening With Your Eyes.

A Wind Blew, And The Sand Around His Drawing Scattered. He Wrapped His Fingers Inside His Wife's, And Father Time Rekindled A Connection He Had Only Ever Had With Her. He Surrendered To That Sensation And Felt The Final Drops Of Their Lives Touch One Another, Like Water In A Cave, Top Meets Bottom, Heaven Meets Earth. As Their Eyes Closed, A Different Set Of Eyes Opened, And They Rose From The Ground As A Shared South, Up And Up, A Sun And A Moon In A Single Sky.

If God Wants It, It Will Happen.

She Was Like A Wound Beneath An Old Bandage, And He Had Grown More Used To The Bandage.

All I Was Afraid Of Is Saying Good-bye.

There's A Big Confusion In This Country Over What We Want Versus What We Need," Morrie Said. "you Need Food, You Want A Chocolate Sundae. You Have To Be Honest With Yourself. You Don't Need The Latest Sports Car, You Don't Need The Biggest House. The Truth Is, You Don't Get Satisfaction From Those Things. You Know What Really Gives You Satisfaction?...offering Others What You Have To Give...i Don't Mean Money, Mitch. I Mean Your Time. Your Concern. Your Storytelling. It's Not So Hard.