Quotes from Mitch Albom

I never said good-bye." "Such a needless word," she said, "when you love somebody.

Sacrifice, the Captain said. You made one. I made one. We all make them. But you were angry over yours. You kept thinking about what you lost. You didn't get it. Sacrifice is a part of life. It's supposed to be. It's not something to regret. It's something to aspire to. Little sacrifices. Big sacrifices. A mother works so her son can go to school. A daughter moves home to take care of her sick father.

Our words will always be sincere, our embraces will be tight. We will never wallow in the agony of 'I could have, I should have.' We can sleep in a storm. "And when it's time, our good-byes will be complete.

That's the thing. Sometimes when you sacrifice something precious, you're not really losing it. You're just passing it on to someone else.

People say they find love, as if it were an object hidden by a rock. But love takes many forms, and it is never the same for any man and woman. What people find then is a certain love. And Eddie found a certain love with Marguerite, a grateful love, a deep but quiet love, one that he knew, above all else, was irreplaceable.

Sometimes when you sacrifice something precious, you're not really losing it. You're just passing it on to someone else." The

wonder if this is what dying is like, Annabelle. At first, you are so tightly connected to the world you cannot imagine letting go. In time, you surrender to a drifting phase. What comes next, I cannot say. Some would say that you meet the Lord.

It is said that the earliest spark for the telephone came when Alexander Bell was still in his teens. He noticed how, if he sang a certain note near an open piano, the string of that note would vibrate, as if singing back to him. He sang an A; the A string shook. The idea of connecting voices through a wire was born. But it was not a new idea. We call out; we are answered. It has been that way from the beginning of belief, and it continues to this very moment

At certain moments, when death is close, the veils pull back between this world and the next. Heaven and earth overlay. When they do, it is possible to glimpse certain souls already departed. You can see them awaiting your arrival. And they can see you coming.

That each affects the other and the other affects the next, and the world is full of stories, but the stories are all one.

A heart weighs more when it splits in two;

so that when he sat, he seemed like a layer of frowns stacked in a chair.

Kematian mengakhiri hidup, bukan hubungan.

It's not about having the answers in life. It's about the search for the answers, the choosing to believe in something bigger than yourself that makes the journey of faith so challenging, yet so worthwhile… That is the crazy, glorious, sometimes maddening but always satisfying in the end, journey that we call faith.

Be satisfied." That's it? "Be grateful." That's it? "For what you have. For the love you receive. And for what God has given you.

Ruby stepped toward him. Edward, she said softly. It was the first time she had called him by name. Learn this from me. Holding anger is a poison. It eats you from 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.

We burn for water, we growl for food. But what we yearn for most is comfort. A soft embrace. Someone to whisper "It's all right. It's all right.

You lose something every day you live, Annie. Sometimes it's as tiny as the breath you just expelled, sometimes it's so big you think you won't survive it." He took her left hand. "But you do, right?

that holding on to things "will only break your heart." So he avoided attachments

If you're trying to show off for people at the top, forget it. They will look down at you anyhow. And if you're trying to show off for people at the bottom, forget it. They will only envy you. Status will get you nowhere. Only an open heart will allow you to float equally between everyone.

felt heavy all the time. My breathing was labored, my posture stooped. I worried that I was ill. I realize now this was merely the weight of love that had nowhere to go.

What's the truth? Annie asked. That the end of loneliness is when someone needs you. The old woman smiled. And the world is so full of need.

Par katru dz?vi ir divi st?sti: tas, ko tu izdz?vo, un tas, ko st?sta citi.

Parents rarely let go of their children, so children let go of them. They move on. They move away. The moments that used to define them - a mother's approval, a father's nod - are covered by moments of their own accomplishments. It is not until much later, as the skin sags and the heart weakens, that children understand; their stories, and all their accomplishments, sit atop the stories of their mothers and fathers, stones upon stones, beneath the waters of their lives