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

No. You can't work your way into heaven. Anytime you try and justify yourself with works, you disqualify yourself with works. What I do here, every day, for the rest of my life, is only my way of saying, 'Lord, regardless of what eternity holds for me, let me give something back to you. I know it doesn't even no scorecard. But let me make something of my life before I go.. and then, Lord, I'm at your mercy.

One withers, another grows.

Sacrifice is a part of life. It?s supposed to be. It?s not something to regret. It?s something to aspire to. Little sacrifices. Big sacrifices. A mother works so her son can go to school. A daughter moves home to take care of her sick father.

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

Sometimes you have to do things when sad things happen.

Take any emotion?love for a woman, or grief for a loved one, or what I?m going through, fear and pain from a deadly illness. If you hold back on the emotions?if you don?t allow yourself to go all the way through them?you can never get to being detached, you?re too busy being afraid. You?re afraid of the pain, you?re afraid of the grief. You?re afraid of the vulnerability that loving entails. But by throwing yourself into these emotions, by allowing yourself to dive in, all the way, over your head even, you experience them fully and completely. You know what pain is. You know what love is. You know what grief is. And only then can you say, ?All right. I have experienced that emotion. I recognize that emotion. Now I need to detach from that emotion for a moment?.

The backside of a mountain is a fight against human nature. You have to care as much about yourself on the way down as you did on the way up.

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.

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.

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?

Only an open heart will allow you to float equally between everyone.

Sacrifice, The Captain said. You made one. I made one. We all make them. But you were angry over yours. You kept thinking about what you lost. You didn?t get it. Sacrifice is a part of life. It?s supposed to be. It?s not something to regret. It?s something to aspire to. Little sacrifices. Big sacrifices. A mother works so her son can go to school. A daughter moves home to take care of her sick father? 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.

Silence is worse when you know it won't be broken.

Sometimes, if you do not get the love you want, by making you think you're going to get it.

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.

The big things - how we think, what we value - those you must choose yourself. You can't let anyone - or any society - determine those for you.

The more you defend a lie, the angrier you become.

The truth is, when our mothers held us, rocked us, stroked our heads -none of us ever got enough of that. We all yearn in some way to return to those days when we were completely taken care of - unconditional love, unconditional attention. Most of us didn't get enough.

None of us can undo what we've done, or relive a life already recorded. But... there is no such thing as too late in life.

Only God can write the end of your story.

Same for loneliness: you let go, let the tears flow, feel it completely--but eventually be able to say, All right, that was my moment of loneliness. I'm not afraid of feeling lonely, but now I'm going to put loneliness aside and know that there are other emotions in the world, and I'm going to experience them all.

Silence was his escape, but silence is rarely a refuge. His thoughts still haunted him.

Sometimes, kids want you to hurt the way they hurt.

Tapes, like photographs and videos, are [nothing more than] a desperate attempt to steal something from death's suitcase.

The carnivals gave me my names, Edward. Sometimes I was the Blue Man of the North Pole, or the Blue Man of Algeria, or the Blue Man of New Zealand. I had never been to any of these places, of course, but it was pleasant to be considered exotic, if only on a painted sign. The 'show' was simple. I would sit on the stage, half undressed, as people walked past and the barker told them how pathetic I was. For this, I was able to put a few coins in my pocket. 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. One winter, I came to this pier. Ruby Pier. They were starting a sideshow called the Curious Citizens. I liked the idea of being in one place, escaping the bumpy horse carts of carnival life. This became my home. I lived in a room above a sausage shop. I played cards at night with the other sideshow walkers, with the tinsmiths, sometimes even with your father. In the early mornings, if I wore long shirts and draped my head in a towel, I could walk along the beach without scaring people. It may not sound like much, but for me, it was a freedom I had rarely know.' He stopped. He looked at Eddie. Do you understand? Why we're here? This is not your heaven. It's mine.

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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