Mitch Albom Quotes
You've lived through a lot of wars, I said. "Yes."Do they ever make more sense?"No.
That was the end of his driving.. That was the end of his walking free.. That was the end of his privacy.. And that was the end of his secret.
You will never know all there is to know. You will learn until your final days. Then you will inspire someone else. This is what an artist does.
I earned a mater's degree in journalism and took the first job offered, as a sports writer. Instead of chasing my own fame, I wrote about famous athletes chasing theirs.
I was cranked to a fifth gear, and everything I did, I did on a deadline.
Morrie, ” Koppel said, “that was seventy years ago your mother died. The pain still goes on?”“You bet, ” Morrie whispered.
The secret is not to make your music louder. But to make the world quieter.
Silence enhances music. What you do not play can sweeten what you do. But it is not the same with words. What you do not say can haunt you.
There is a reason you glance up when you first hear a melody, or tap your foot to the sound of a drum. All humans are musical. Why else would the Lord give you a beating heart?
One must indeed test the strings to this life, bounce the bow, wet the mouthpiece, prepare for the deeper music that follows.
...But behind all your stories is always your mother's story, because hers is where yours begins.
The world is full of stories, but the stories are all one.
..And because he was still able to move his hands - Morrie always spoke with both hands waving - he showed great passion when explaining how you face the end of life.
Children forget that sometimes. They think of themselves as a burden instead of a wish granted.
Dying? Not the end of everything. We think it is. But what happens on earth is only the beginning.
The eighties happened. The nineties happened. Death and sickness and getting fat and going bald happened. I traded lots of dreams for a bigger paycheck, and I never even realized I was doing it.
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.
If you accept that you can die at any time - then you might not be as ambitious as you are
Why did you measure the days and nights? To know. Sitting high above the city, Father Time realized that knowing something and understanding it were not the same thing.
Heaven . . . is the same feeling. . . . No fear. No dark. When you know you are loved . . . that’s the light.
It’s not just other people we need to forgive. We also need to forgive ourselves. For all the things we didn’t do. All the things we should have done.
It's not just other people we need to forgive, Mitch. " He finally whispered, "We also need to forgive ourselves.
Strangers, " the Blue Man said, "are just family yo have yet to come to know.
And is often the case with faith, I thought I was being asked a favor, when in fact I was being given one".
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.
The only time we waste is the time we spend thinking we are alone.
Loneliness was like an ogre hovering over those activities
I thought about how often this was needed in everyday life. How we feel lonely, sometimes to the point of tears, but we don't let those tears come because we are not supposed to cry.
No life is a waste. The only time we waste is the time we spend thinking we are alone.
When you're rotten about yourself, you become rotten to everyone else, even thoseyou love.
She felt worthless and hollow. There was no hope of fixing this.And when hope is gone, time is punishment.
How do you let go of anger? How do you release a fury you’ve been standing on for so long, you would stumble were it yanked away?
you must understand why you felt what you did, and why you no longer need to feel it
Memories are not in places, Papa. Memories are in your mind. They're here, too.
However, this is too harmonious, grand, and overwhelming a universe to believe it all on accident.
They teach you, as children, that you might go to heaven. They never teach you that heaven might come to you.
I bought this the day before at a shopping mall. I didn't want to forget him. Maybe I didn't want him to forget me.
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.