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

Sticking with your family is what makes it a family.

That was the difference. Sometimes you cannot believe what you see, you have to believe what you feel. And if you are ever going to have other people trust you, you must feel that you can trust them, too?even when you?re in the dark. Even when you?re falling.

The heart sound is ever broken heart.

The second death. To think that you died and no one would remember you. I wondered if this was why we tried so hard to make our mark in America. To be known. Think of how important celebrity has become. We sing to get famous; expose our worst secrets to get famous; lose weight, eat bugs, even commit murder to get famous. Our young people post their deepest thoughts on public web sites. They run cameras from their bedrooms. It?s as if we are screaming Notice Me! Remember Me! Yet the notoriety barely lasts. Names quickly blur and in time are forgotten.

The years after graduation hardened me into someone quite different from the strutting graduate who left campus that day headed for New York City, ready to offer the world his talent. The world, I discovered was not all that interested.

Once we began to chime the hour, we lost the ability to be satisfied.

Please, please, please, please, please... squeezing his eyes shut because it somehow made the words more pure.

She loved me coming and going, at my worst and at my best. She had a bottomless well of love for me.

Sometimes during the night, your father awakened. He rose from his bed, staggered across the room, and found the strength to raise the window sash. He called your mother's name with what little voice he had, and he called yours, too, and your brother, Joe. And he called for Mickey. At that moment, it seemed, his heart was spilling out, all the guilt and regret. Perhaps he felt the light of death approaching. Perhaps he only knew you were all out there somewhere, in the streets beneath his window. He bent over the ledge. The night was chilly. The wind and damp, in his state, were too much. He was dead before dawn.

Still what I miss most, simple and maybe selfish as it sounds, is the twinkle in Morrie's eyes when I came in the room. But When someone is happy-genuinely happy-to see you, it melts you from the start. It is like going home.

That?s the thing when people leave us too suddenly, isn?t it? We always have so many questions.

The human spirit knows, deep down that all lives intersect.

The slightest human contact was immediate joy.

There are a few rules I know to be true about love and marriage: If you don?t respect the other person, you?re gonna have a lot of trouble. If you don?t know how to compromise, you?re gonna have a lot of trouble. If you can?t talk openly about what goes on between you, you?re gonna have a lot of trouble. And if you don?t have a common set of values in life, you?re gonna have a lot of trouble. Your values must be alike.

Once you learn how to die, you learn how to live.

Reading For One More Day. Nothing interesting happened yet. Exciting to keep reading.

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.

Sometimes the children asked Eddie to lift them over his head, and when Eddie complied, he saw the mothers' sad smiles: He guessed it was the right lift but the wrong pair of arms.

Still, he says, if you really want it, then you?ll make your dream happen.

That?s the thing. Sometimes when you sacrifice something precious, you?re not really losing it. You?re just passing it on to someone else.

The important questions have to do with love, responsibility, spirituality, awareness.

The story is about a little wave, bobbing along in the ocean, having a grand old time. He's enjoying the wind and the fresh air-until he notices the other waves in front of him, crashing against the shore. My God, this is terrible, the wave says. Look what's going to happen to me! Then along comes another wave. It sees the first wave, looking grim, and it says to him, Why do you look so sad? The first wave says, You don't understand! We're all going to crash! All of us waves are going to be nothing! Isn't it terrible? The second wave says, No, you don't understand. You're not a wave, you're part of the ocean.

There are many things in my life that I wish I could take back. Many moments I would recast.

Once, lovers on faraway shores sat by candlelight and dipped ink to parchment, writing words that could not be erased. They took an evening to compose their thoughts, maybe the next evening as well. When they mailed the letter, they wrote a name, a street, a city, a country and they melted wax and sealed the envelope with a signet ring. Sarah had never known a world like that. Speed now trumped the quality of words. A fast send was more important.

Remember me for these days, not the old ones.

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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