Mitch Albom Quotes

She had a bottomless well of love for me.

No, Edward. You are here so I can teach you something. All the people you meet here have one thing to teach you.

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

All that happens when your dreams come true is a slow, melting realization that it wasn't what you thought.

It's amazing the fantasies your mind can put together.

There are a few rules I know to be true about love and marriage... Your values must be alike. And the biggest one of those values, Mitch?" Yes? "Your belief in the importance of your marriage.

A child embarrassed by his mother,” she said, “is just a child who hasn’t lived long enough.

Suddenly, details seemed extremely important. Details were something to grab on to, a way to insert myself into the story.

She felt worthless and hollow. There was no hope of fixing this. And when hope is gone, time is punishment.

It's nice that you spend a day with your mother,' she said. "Children should do it more often.

But they wanted you. Time is not something you give back. The very next moment may be answer to your prayer. To deny that is to deny the most important part of the future.

No matter where you live, the biggest defect we human beings have is our shortsightedness. We don't see what we could be.

Perdonare "Forgive Yourself)

There are no random acts.

Sometimes you have to do things when sad things happen.

With Marguerite, he wanted only time—more and more time—and he was granted it, nighttimes and daytimes and nighttimes again.

when your time came, it came, and that was that. You might say something smart on your way out, but you might just as easily say something stupid.

I made the wrong choice ," I whispered. My mother shook her head. "A child should never have to choose.

It was sad, the imbalance of it all. Why do kids assume so much from one parent and hold the other to a lower, looser standard?

When you're in bed, you're dead

Everything man does today to be efficient, to fill the hour? It does not satisfy. It only makes him hungry to do more. Man wants to own his existence. But no one owns time.

Had he known his death was imminent, he might have gone somewhere else. Instead, he did what we all do. He went about his dull routine as if all the days in the world were still to come. ~pg 4

There was always a quest for more minutes, more hours, faster progress to accomplish more in each day. The simple joy of living between summers was gone.

Shouldn't the world stop? Don't they know what has happened to me?

We all know how to be a child.

But man invents nothing God did not create first.

To know you're going to die, and to be prepared for it at any time. That's better. That way you can actually be more involved in your life while you're living.

Dor: there is a reason God lmits our days. Victor: why? Dor: to make each one precious.

Sometimes, they say, the moon is so busy with the new souls of the world that it disappears from the sky. That is why we have moonless nights. But in the end, the moon always returns, as do we all.

The truth is, there is no line. There's only your life, how you mess it up, and who is there to save you. Or who isn't.

When death takes your mother, it steals that word forever.

Soon man will count all his days, and then smaller segments of the day, and then smaller still—until the counting consumes him, and the wonder of the world he has been given is lost.

But you grab a moment, or you let it pass.

God sings, we hum along, and there are many melodies, but it's all one song - one same, wonderful, human song.

My mother was French Protestant, and my father was Italian Catholic, and their union was an excess of God, guilt and sauce.

There is no formula to relationships.

Chicago keeps getting all these complete games. Im expecting 50 cent hot dogs.

Death doesn't just take someone, it misses someone else, and in the small distance between being taken and being missed, lives are changed.

I worked because I could control it.

As long as we can love each other, and remember the feeling of love we had, we can die without ever really going away.

I know I cannot undo this. None of us can undo what we’ve done, or relive a life already recorded.

What she mostly wanted, he learned, was the same thing many people want--someone to notice she was there.

Love each other or die.

Are you seeing anyone romantically?" he inquired. "No, I'm not," she replied. "Good. Please keep it that way. Because I intend to ask you to marry me.

My own father didn't talk a lot about feelings or emotions.

Mothers support certain illusions about their children, and one of my illusions was that I liked who I was, because she did. When she passed away, so did that idea.

Nobody's favorite movie is some dark, dysfunctional slasher story. Everybody's favorite song is a sentimental song. So why all of a sudden is it bad to be sentimental in books?

In heaven, there is no judgment, but rather an opportunity to examine our lives-who we touched, the choices we made, and the consequences of those choices.

This is a story about a family and, as there is a ghost involved, you might cal it a ghost story. But every family is a ghost story. The dead sit at out tables long after they have gone.

Anyone who tries to write a memoir needs to keep in mind that what's interesting to you isn't necessarily interesting to a reader.