Quotes from Mitch Albom

Study me in my slow and patient demise. Watch what happens to me. Learn with me. -Morrie-

Without love, we are birds without wings

Loyalty ruled this woman's soul, but loyalty needs a partner.

And because he was still able to move his hands - Morrie always spoke with both hands waving - he showed great passion when explaining how you face the end of life.

And is often the case with faith, I thought I was being asked a favor, when in fact I was being given one.

when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.

People often ask what I miss about Morrie. I miss that belief in humanity. I miss the eyes that could view life so encouragingly. And I miss his laugh. I really do.

The last class of my old professor's life took place once a week in his house, by a window in the study where he could watch a small hibiscus plant shed its pink leaves.

In this moment, it is not wise to judge with your eyes.

You took a huge part of us with you, Chika, the best part, but it was yours to take, and I hope it will always be close to you.

you must understand why you felt what you did, and why you no longer need to feel it

Faith isn't about doing. You are how you act not just how you believe.

When she says, 'How can you ask if I love you? Look at all I've done with you. What else would you call it?' That kind of love-the kind you realize you already have by the life you've created together-that's the kind that lasts.

For many of us, the curtain has just come down on childhood.

Heaven is always thinking about us.

You only have peace when you make it with yourself.

Morrie closed his eyes. I know, Mitch. You mustn't be afraid of my dying. I've had a good life, and we all know it's going to happen. I maybe have four or five months.

I needed help. Why didn't you help me? . . . God . . . forgives me. Why didn't you?

He ran down the heart of the old midway, where the weight guessers, fortune-tellers, and dancing gypsies had once worked. He lowered his chin and held his arms out like a glider, and every few steps he would jump, the way children do, hoping running will turn to flying. It might have seemed ridiculous to anyone watching, this white-haired maintenaance worker, all alone, making like an airplane. But the running boy is inside every man, no matter how old he gets.

Morrie might have died without ever seeing me again. I had no good excuse for this, except the one that everyone these days seems to have. I had become too wrapped up in the siren song of my own life. I was busy.

Rock and roll, big band, the blues. He loved them all. He would close his eyes and with a blissful smile begin to move to his own sense of rhythm. It wasn't always pretty.

The way you get meaning into your life is to devote yourself to loving others, devote yourself to your community around you, and devote yourself to creating something that gives you purpose and meaning.

What did you expect the Lord to look like? Don't we always say, 'If only we could see God, we would know he was real'? What if He has finally given us a chance to see Him? Is it still not enough?

There's no such thing as a nobody. And there are no mistakes.