No one gets left behind, remember?

I took my orders, too. But if i couldn't keep you alive, I thought I could at least keep you together. In the middle of a big war, you go looking for a small idea to believe in. When you find one, you hold it the way a soldier holds his crucifix when he's praying in a foxhole.

Young men go to war. Sometimes because they have to, sometimes because they want to. Always, they feel they are supposed to. This comes from the sad, layered stories of life, which over the centuries have seen courage confused with picking up arms, and cowardice confused with laying them down.

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.

A wrestling match.. Yes, you could describe life that way."
So which side wins, I ask?
He smiles at me, the crinkled eyes, the crooked teeth.
"Love wins. Love always wins.

Dying," Morrie suddenly said, "is the only one thing to be sad over, Mitch.
Living unhappily is something else.
So many of the people who come to visit me are unhappy.