Mitch Albom, fully Mitchell David "Mitch" Albom

Albom, fully Mitchell David "Mitch" Albom

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

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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.

She wanted to blame him, to blame her whole rotten existence. But seeing Ethan, seeing her mother, seeing the world after the world she had known, somehow took her to the very bottom, the end of self-delusion, and the truth enveloped her like a cocoon, and all she said was I was so lonely.

Sometimes we cannot believe we have seen, we must believe that we are feeling. And if you want others to believe in us, we should feel that we can trust them, too - even though we're in the dark. Even when we're falling.

Strangers are just family you haven't meet yet.

That's because no one is born with anger. And when we die, the soul is freed from it. But now, here, in order to move on, you must understand why you felt what you did, and why you no longer feel it.

The length of your days does not belong to you.

The story of my recent life.' I like that phrase. It makes more sense than 'the story of my life', because we get so many lives between birth and death. A life to be a child. A life to come of age. A life to wander, to settle, to fall in love, to parent, to test our promise, to realize our mortality- and in some lucky cases, to do something after that realization.

There are two stories for every life; the one you live, and the one others tell.

No story sits by itself, Sometimes stories meet at corners and sometimes they cover one another completely, like stones beneath a river.

One afternoon, I am complaining about the confusion of my age, what is expected of me versus what I want for myself.

Remember this always: There is a reason God limits man's days.

She was like a wound beneath an old bandage, and he had grown more used to the bandage.

Sometimes what you miss the most is the way a loved one made you feel about yourself.

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

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

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