Quotes from Mitch Albom

You're not a wave, you're part of the ocean.

Forget what the culture says.

He was switching between classical riffs and the jazz tune, "Body and Soul.

Then, after showing the pill and some graphics, those same people appeared again, looking happier. The Reb and I watched in silence. After it ended, he asked, Do you think those pills work? Not like that, I said. No, he agreed. Not like that.

Sacrifice is a part of life. It's supposed to be. It's not something to regret. It's something to aspire to. Sometimes when you sacrifice something precious, you're not really losing it. You're just passing it on to someone else.

And thus, unknowingly, did Dor begin to serve his sentence— to hear every plea from every soul who desired more of the thing he had first identified, the thing that moved man further from the simple light of existence and deeper into the darkness of his own obsessions. Time. It seemed to be running too fast for everyone but him.

Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it

It is because the human spirit knows, deep down, that all lives intersect. That death doesn't just take someone, it misses

So we were created with a piece of divinity inside us, but with this thing called free will, and I think God watches us every day, lovingly, praying we will make the right choices.

Once, on the balcony of a seaside villa, she said she wished she'd met him earlier in life, and he said, We're gonna make up for that. We're gonna live a long time together.

someone else, and in the small distance between being taken and being missed, lives are changed. "You say you should have

Where do you think? the Blue Man asked. Heaven. NO! Eddie shook his head violently. NO! The Blue Man seemed amused. No? It can't be heaven? he said. Why? Because this is where you grew up? Eddie mouthed the word Yes. Ah. The Blue Man nodded. Well. People often belittle the place where they were born. But heaven can be found in the most unlikely corners. And heaven itself has many steps. This, for me, is the second. And for you, the first.

the most arresting eyes

When the news came that his father had died—slipped away, a nurse told him, as if he had gone out for milk—Eddie felt the emptiest kind of anger, the kind that circles in its cage. Like most workingmen's sons, Eddie had envisioned for his father a heroic death to counter the commonness of his life.

Embrace aging. If you're always battling against getting older, you're always going to be unhappy, because it will happen anyhow.

we embrace our scars more than our healing

Most religions warn against war, yet more wars have been fought over religion than perhaps anything else.

No life is a waste," the Blue Man said. "The only time we waste is the time we spend thinking we are alone.

Have you ever considered how many living things there are on earth?" Cleo asked. "People. Animals. Birds. Fish. Trees. It makes you wonder how anyone could feel lonely. Yet humans do. It's a shame.

We are taught that we come from God, that we were created in His image, but the things we do as we grow, the way we behave, what is godlike about that? And the terrible things that befall us? How does a supreme being permit them?

to share his part of the secret of heaven: that each affects the other and the other affects the next, and the world is full of stories, but the stories are all one.

And then he wakes up. Sweating. Panting. Always the same. The worst part is not the sleeplessness. The worst part is the general darkness the dream leaves over him, a gray film that clouds over the day. Even his happy moments feel encased, like holes jabbed in a hard sheet of ice.

Have you ever considered how many living things there are on earth?" Cleo asked. "People. Animals. Birds. Fish. Trees. It makes you wonder how anyone could feel lonely. Yet humans do. It's a shame." She looked to the sky, now a deep shade of purple. "We fear loneliness, Annie, but loneliness itself does not exist. It has no form. It is merely a shadow that falls over us. And just as shadows die when light changes, that sad feeling can depart once we see the truth.

Y sin esperanza, el tiempo es un castigo