All endings are also beginnings. We just don't know it at the time.

What do people fear most about death? I asked the reb. "Fear?" he thought for a moment. 'Well, for one thing, what happens next? Where do we go? Is it what we imagined?" That's big. "Yes. But there's something else." What else? He leaned forward. "Being forgotten," he whispered.

Anger is a poison. It eats us inside. We think when we hate someone we hurt them, but hatred is a curved blade, and the harm we do to others we also do to ourselves.

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

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

once we began to chime the hour, we lost the ability to be satisfied

And if you don´t commit? I asked. Your choice. But you miss what´s on the other side. What´s on the other side? "Ah" he smiled. "A happiness you cannot find alone