Quotes from Mitch Albom

Every society has its own problems, Morrie said, lifting his eyebrows, the closest he could come to a shrug. The way to do it, I think, isn't to run away. You have to work at creating your own culture.

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

For a while, we just ate like that, a sick old man, a healthy, younger man, both absorbing the quiet of the room. I would say it was an embarrassed silence, but I seemed to be the only one embarrassed.

I thought you were a narcissist. Koppel burst into laughter. I'm too ugly to be a narcissist, he said.

People are only mean when they're threatened

I thought about how often this was needed in everyday life. How we feel lonely, sometimes to the point of tears, but we don't let those tears come because we are not supposed to cry. Or how we feel a surge of love for a partner but we don't say anything because we're frozen with the fear of what those words might do to the relationship.

Fate succumbs many a species: one alone jeopardises itself.

But everyone joins a band in this life. Only some of them play music.

Dying, Morrie suddenly said, is the only one thing to be sad over, Mitch. Living unhappily is something else. So many of the people who come to visit me are unhappy.

And it's so true. Without love, we are birds with broken wings.

Is this what comes at the end, I wondered? Maybe death is the great equaliser, the one big thing that can finally make strangers shed a tear for one another.

You closed your eyes. 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.

Love wins. Love always wins.

However, this is too harmonious, grand, and overwhelming a universe to believe it all on accident.

Sometimes, when you're losing someone, you hang on to whatever tradition you can.

What do you do when the dead return? It is the thing people most fear- yet, in some cases, most desire

the countless cups of coffee I drank to get through it—

Love is how you stay alive.

Because there was a ghost involved, you may call this a ghost story. But what family isn't a ghost story? Sharing tales of those we've lost is how we keep from really losing them.

I may be dying, but I am surrounded by loving, caring souls. How many people can say that?

Have you ever really had a teacher? One who saw you as a raw but precious thing, a jewel that, with wisdom, could be polished to a proud shine? If you are lucky enough to find your way to such teachers, you will always find your way back. Sometimes it is only in your head. Sometimes it is right alongside their beds.

The fact is, there is no foundation, no secure ground, upon which people may stand today if it isn't the family. It's become quite clear to me as I've been sick. If you don't have the support and love and caring and concern that you get from a family, you don't have much at all. Love is so supremely important. As our great poet Auden said, 'Love each other or perish.

Death ends a life, but not a relationship.

People have't found meaning in their lives so they're running all the time looking for it.