Mitch Albom, For One More Day Quotes
When someone is in your heart, they're never truly gone. They can come back to you, even at unlikely times.
It's such a shame to waste time. We always think we have so much of it.
When you look into your mother’s eyes, you know that is the purest love you can find on this earth.
But she wasn’t around, and that’s the thing when your parents die, you feel like instead of going in to every fight with backup, you are going into every fight alone.
Sharing tales of those we've lost is how we keep from really losing them.
I thought about the days i had handed over to a bottle..the nights i can't remember..the mornings i slept thru..all the time spent running from myself.
I think what you notice most when you haven’t been home in a while is how much the trees have grown around your memories.
Now you know how badly someone wanted you, Charley. Children forget that sometimes. They think of themselves as a burden instead of a wish granted.
What is it about childhood that never lets you go, even when you're so wrecked it's hard to believe you ever were a child?
Being unheard is the ground floor of giving up, and giving up is the ground floor of doing yourself in. It’s not so much, what’s the point? It’s more like, what’s the difference?
But my father, a thief in many ways, had robbed me of my concentration.
There are many things in my life that I wish I could take back. Many moments I would recast.
But then, I knew so little about my mother over the last decade of her life. I had been too wrapped up in my own drama.
Going back to something is harder than you think."I don't suppose I could have broken my mother's heart any more if I tried.
Behind all your stories is always your mother's story. Because hers is where yours begin.
You see, here's my theory: Kids chase the love that eludes them, and for me, that was my father's love. He kept it tucked away, like papers in a briefcase. And I kept trying to get in there.
Sometimes your kids will say the nastiest things, won't they, Rose? You want to ask, 'Whose child is this?'"Rose chuckled."But usually, they're just in some kind of pain. They need to work it out.
You count the hours you could have spent with your mother, it's a lifetime in itself.
I lifted my eyes, and, for the first time, admitted the truth."I gave up, " I whispered."Don't give up, " she whispered back.
But behind all your stories is always your mother's story, because hers is where yours begins.
The backside of mountain is a fight against human nature, " he said. "You have to care as much about yourself on the way down as you did on the way up.
When you're rotten about yourself, you become rotten to everyone else, even thoseyou love.
I don't know what it is about the food your mother makes for you, especially when it's something that anyone can make - pancakes, meat loaf, tuna salad - but it carries a certain taste of memory.
What is it?”“A prayer.”“For a child?”She nodded.“For me?”Another nod.“On a tree?”“Trees spend all day looking up at God.
Children forget that sometimes. They think of themselves as a burden instead of a wish granted.
...But behind all your stories is always your mother's story, because hers is where yours begins.
You can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back.
I realized when you look at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know.
She put one hand on mine. “When someone is in your heart, they’re never truly gone. They can come back to you, even at unlikely times.
