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 talk, I'll listen.

Giving makes me feel like living.

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.

You can touch everything and be connected to nothing.

You have to start over. That's what they say. But life is not a board game, and losing a loved one is never really starting over. More like continuing without.

You'll come to my grave? To tell me your problems? My problems? Yes.' And you'll give me answers? I'll give you what I can. Don't I always? I picture his grave, on the hill, overlooking the pond, some little nine foot piece of earth where they will place him, cover him with dirt, put a stone on top. Maybe in a few weeks? Maybe in a few days? I see myself sitting there alone, arms across my knees, staring into space. It won't be the same, I say, not being able to hear you talk. Ah, talk . . . He closes his eyes and smiles. Tell you what. After I'm dead, you talk. And I'll listen.

There's a better approach. To know you're going to die, and to be prepared for it at any time. That's better. That way, you can actually be more involved in your life while you're living it.

Time flies with you.

We are too involved in materialistic things, and they don't satisfy us. The loving relationships we have, the universe around us, we take these things for granted.

What happened next depends on how much you believe.

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

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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