Quotes from Mitch Albom

not knowing that certain memories are for this world and certain ones only come through in the next.

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 the lesson." What lesson? I asked. He stretched open his empty fingers. "We can take nothing with us."   For

If you could pack for heaven, this was how you'd do it, touching everything, taking nothing.

That the end of loneliness is when someone needs you. And the world is so full of need.

Aging is not just decay. It's growth. As you grow, you learn more.

does no good to be angry or carry grudges." He made a fist. "It churns you up inside. It does you more harm than the object of your anger.

It is the inner torture of every captured soldier, the short distance between freedom and seizure. If Eddie could only jump up and grab the wing of this plane, he could fly away from this mistake.

Cinta, seperti hujan, bisa menyuburkan dari atas, menghujani pasangan dengan keceriaan. Tapi kadang-kadang, dalam panasnya kehidupan, cinta seolah kering di permukaan dan harus tergantung pada akarnya yang tertanam dalam untuk membuatnya tetap hidup

Then, in Annie's new grasp, Cleo's womanly frame shrank down. Her coat tightened and became her fur. Her legs pulled in. Her ears and snout elongated. She was revealed as the puppy she used to be on earth, and she panted as Annie held her up and said, "There you are. Cleo. Cleee-o!

He told me a story. A man buried his wife. At the gravesite he stood by the Reb, tears falling down his face. "I loved her," he whispered. The Reb nodded. "I mean… I really loved her." The man broke down. "And… I almost told her once." The Reb looked at me sadly. "Nothing haunts like the things we don't say.

Through it all, despite it all, Eddie privately adored his old man, because sons will adore their fathers even through the worst behavior, It is how they learn devotion. Before he can devote himself to God or a woman, a boy will devote himself to his father, even foolishly, even beyond explanation.

If you've found meaning in your life, you don't want to go back. You want to go forward. You want to see more, do more.

He learned the nervous cheer of a soldier's first survived combat, when the men slap each other and smile as if it's over— We can go home now! —and he learned the sinking depression of a soldiers second combat, when he realizes the fighting does not stop at one battle, there is more and more after that.

It was so important to me, I thought it should be important to him. I thought that was love.

A military chaplain told me the following story: 'A soldier's little girl, whose father was being moved to a distant post, was sitting at the airport among her family's meager belongings. The girl was sleepy. She leaned against the packs and duffel bags. A lady came by, stopped, and patted her on the head. 'Poor child,' she said. 'You haven't got a home.' The child looked up in surprise. But we do have a home,' she said. 'We just don't have a house to put it in.

Holding anger is a poison. It eats you from the inside. We think that hating is a weapon that attacks the person who harmed us. But hatred is a curved blade. And the harm we do, we do to ourselves. Forgive, Edward, forgive.

Men adapt to captivity, some better than others.

The hands on Eddie's childhood glass then were hard and calloused and red with anger, and he went through his younger years whacked, lashed, and beaten. This was the second damage done, the one after neglect. The damage of violence. It got so that Eddie could tell by the thump of the footsteps coming down the hall how hard he was going to get it.

Just stop, ok? Can't you see we're slowly dying here? People are slowly dying everywhere - they are continuously living. Every moment they draw breath, they can find glory I put here on Earth, if they look for it. TBH, this feels more like Hell.

If you were really God, you would have stopped him. God starts things, Man stops them

God and the decision he renders is correct. God doesn't punish anyone out of the blue. God knows what He is doing.

Remember the memories.

But out here, adrift, you realize how often we take our placement on this Earth for granted.

The air went dead. All sounds disappeared. It was like that T. S. Eliot poem, "the still point of the turning world," as if the entire planet held its breath.