Mitch Albom, fully Mitchell David "Mitch" Albom

Mitch
Albom, fully Mitchell David "Mitch" Albom
1958

American Author, Journalist, Screenwriter, Dramatist, Radio and Television Broadcaster and Musician

Author Quotes

You were never alone.

There is no such thing as ?too late? in life.

This is the greatest gift God can give you: to understand what happened in your life. To have it explained. It is the peace you have been searching for.

We all lose somebody we care about and want to find some comforting way of dealing with it, something that will give us a little closure, a little peace.

We?ve got a form of brainwashing going on in our country, Morrie sighed. Do you know how they brainwash people? They repeat something over and over. And that?s what we do in this country. Owning things is good. More money is good. More property is good. More commercialism is good. More is good. More is good. We repeat it?and have it repeated to us?over and over until nobody bothers to even think otherwise. The average person is so fogged up by all this, he has no perspective on what?s really important anymore.

What you have done to this point cannot be undone. What you do next ? He hesitated. What? Victor said. What? It is still unwritten.

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.

You can find something truly important in an ordinary minute.

You have to be strong enough to say if the culture doesn?t work, don?t buy it.

You were one person, and you changed the world.

There was a pier filled with thousands of people, men and women, fathers and mothers and children--so many children--children from the past and the present, children who had not yet been born, side by side, hand in hand, in caps, in short pants, filling the boardwalk and the rides and the wooden platforms, sitting on each other's shoulders, sitting in each other's laps. They were there, or would be there, because of the simple mundane things [he] had done in his life, the accidents he had prevented, the rides he had kept safe, the unnoticed turns he had affected every day. And while their lips did not move, [he] heard their voices, more voices then he could have imagined, and a peace came upon him that he had never known before.

This is the story of a man named Eddie and it starts at the end, with Eddie dying in the sun. It may seem strange to start a story with and ending, but all endings are also beginnings. We just don't know it at the time.

We all yearn for what we have lost. But sometimes, we forget what we have.

What about a man who sits down to wonder why life has cheated him? Thinks about his situation Hangs his head and cries will we pretend, his problems don't exist? He's reaching out for help-will we selfishly resist? What about your brother? He's crying What about your brother? He's dying What about your brother?

What's wrong with being number 2?

When you're an outcast, even a tossed stone can be cherished.

You can know the whole world and still feel lost in it.

You have to find what?s good and true and beautiful in your life as it is now. Looking back makes you competitive. And, age is not a competitive issue.

You?re not a wave, you?re a part of the ocean.

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.

This time was different. The tools of this era--phones, computers--enabled people to move at a blurring pace. Yet despite all they accomplished, they were never at peace.

We also need to forgive ourselves. Ourselves? Yes. For all the things we didn?t do. All the things we should have done. You can?t get stuck on the regrets of what should have happened. That doesn?t help you when you get to where I am.

What do people fear most about death? I asked the reb. Fear? he thought for a moment. 'Well, for one thing, what happens next? Where do we go? Is it what we imagined? That's big. Yes. But there's something else. What else? He leaned forward. Being forgotten, he whispered.

When a baby comes into the world, its hands are clenched, right? Like this? He made a fist. Why? Because a baby not knowing any better, wants to grab everything, to say the whole world is mine. But when an old person dies, how does he do so? With his hands open. Why? Because he has learned his lesson. What lesson? I asked. He stretched open his empty fingers. We can take nothing with us.

When you're in bed, you're dead.

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First Name
Mitch
Last Name
Albom, fully Mitchell David "Mitch" Albom
Birth Date
1958
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American Author, Journalist, Screenwriter, Dramatist, Radio and Television Broadcaster and Musician