Mitch Albom Quotes

What if I lose you?" "You can't lose your mother, Charley.

It's the thinking that gets you killed.

You may not have known the reason at the time, and that is what heaven is for. For understanding your life on earth.

I lived," Dor said, "but I was not alive.

We all know how to be a child. It's inside all of us. For me, it's just remembering how to enjoy it.

How do people choose their final words? Do they realize their gravity? Are they fated to be wise?

Tears are okay [Morrie Schwartz]

The manager once called me the 'best freak' in his stable, and, sad as it sounds, I took pride in that. When you are an outcast, even a tossed stone can be cherished.

So many times I feel I'm using the same words over and over, like a woman wearing the same dress every day. So boring!

When a lost loved one appears before you, it's your brain that fights it, not your heart.

That kind of love - the kind you realize you already have by the life you've created together - that's the kind that lasts.

I'm in love with hope.

You count the hours you could have spent with your mother. It's a lifetime in itself.

I traded lots of dreams for a bigger paycheck, and I never even realized I was doing it.

Hello, Edward. I've been waiting for you.

My father moved through theys of we, singing each new leaf out of each tree, (and every child was sure that spring danced when she heard my father sing).

Love is the only rational act.

Miracles happen quietly every day - in an operating room, on a stormy sea, in the sudden appearance of a road side stranger. They are rarely tallied. No one keeps score.

I believe the biggest themes of life are put into the best focus when held up against the very sharp light of mortality.

Take one story, viewed from two different angles. It is the same day, the same moment, but one angle ends happily... and the other ends badly.

I would lying if I said I would laugh in the face of death.

Detroit is a place where we've had it pretty tough. But there is a generosity here and a well of kindness that goes deep.

We all have two things in common, no matter who we are: We were born and we are going to die.

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.

For as spiritual as some people think my books are, I've never really dealt with religious things.

For many of us, the curtain had just come down on childhood.

You're not going to fix things by helping 65-year-olds or 75-year-olds for any long run.

If you want to be a good writer, make sure you read. I'm amazed by how many people don't bother to do that.

My writing habits are pretty static. I get up every morning between 6 and 7 am, grab a cup of coffee, say a few prayers, and go downstairs to my office and start writing.

I don't use any fance quill pens or pads, because I can't read my own handwriting. I just use whatever computer is laying around, and start writing.

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.

I realized when you look at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know.

I love you every day. And now I will miss you every day.

There are no random acts...We are all connected...You can no more separate one life from another than you can separate a breeze from the wind...

You can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back.

Dying is only one thing to be sad over. Living unhappily is something else.

No life is a waste, " the Blue Man said. "The only time we waste is the time we spend thinking we're alone.

Be compassionate ... and take responsibility for each other. If we only learned those lessons, this world would be a better place.

Man invents nothing God did not create first.

Doubt is how you find God

What is false about hope?

Maybe death is the great equalizer, the one big thing that can finally make strangers shed a tear for one another.

A funeral is no place for secrets.

People often belittle the place where they were born but heaven can be found in the most unlikely places.

Do I wither up and disappear, or do I make the best of my time left?"-Morrie

It is too late." The old man shook his head. "It is never too late or too soon. It is when it is supposed to be." He smiled. "There is a plan, Dor.

The last class of my old professor's life took place once a week in his house, by a window in the study where he could watch a small hibiscus plant shed its pink leaves.

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.

Rock and roll, big band, the blues. He loved them all. He would close his eyes and with a blissful smile begin to move to his own sense of rhythm. It wasn't always pretty.

I snicker, but the idea is momentarily appealing. Part of me is scared of leaving school. Part of me wants to go desperately. Tension of opposites.