"Mitch, I don't allow myself any more self-pity than that. A little each morning, a few tears, and that's all."
I thought about all the people I knew who spent many of their waking hours feeling sorry for themselves. How useful it would be to put a daily limit on self-pity. Just a few minutes, then on with the day. And if Morrie could do it, with such a horrible disease . . .

I thought about all the people I knew who spent many of their waking hours feeling sorry for themselves. How useful it would be to put a daily limit on self-pity. Just a few tearful minutes, then on with the day.

It seemed silly to wash one day when I would only have to wash again the next.

It made me tired just to think of it.

Shame I do feel. And I know there is something all wrong about me — believe me. Sometimes I shock myself.

I can't change yesterday, but I can sure mess up today.

If I fret over tomorrow, I'll have little joy today.

Self-pity is a dead-end road. You make the choice to drive down it. It’s up to you to decide to stay parked there or to turn around and drive out.

sometimes i get up at dawn, and even my soul is wet.

Today is the sort of day where the sun only comes up to humiliate you.

there’s things you still don’t know about me like sometimes i’m afraid my sadness is too big and that one day you might have to help me handle it

I will sometimes feel this awful.

I give myself a good cry if I need it. But then I concentrate on the good things still in my life. I don't allow myself any more self-pity than that. A little each every morning, a few tears, and that's all.

It was her birthday. She thought, I am always unhappy on this day.

It's a sad day when you find out that it's not accident or time or fortune, but just yourself that kept things from you.