Quotes from Mitch Albom

Look and see, for everyone is coming home. Your sons are coming from distant lands; your little daughters will be carried on the hip. Your eyes will shine and your hearts will thrill with joy.

heaven is always and forever around us and no soul remembered is ever really gone.

Winds blew," she said. Tolbert left, never knowing another wind that had blown, one he had diverted, yanking Paulo to the side of the road on that rainy night, preventing a speeding car from striking him, a tragedy that a different version of the world had planned, a version that did not grant Annie and Paulo even one night of marriage, nor the child that would come from it. But there are so many times our lives are altered invisibly. The flip of a pencil, from written to erased.

Your voice will come. We all go through the same thing. You cannot talk when you first arrive." He smiled. "It helps you listen

You want some?" he asked. "No, thank you, Inspector." "Don't drink?" "Not anymore." "How come?" "I drank to forget things." "And?" "I kept remembering them.

the thing that moved man further from the simple light of existence and deeper into the darkness of his own obsessions. Time.

am the Lord," he whispered.

You are here so I can teach you something. That there are no random acts. That we are all connected. That you can no more separate one life from another than you can separate a breeze from the wind.

I am Music. And I am here for the soul of Frankie Presto. Not all of it. Just the rather large part he took from me when he came into this world. However well used, I am a loan, not a possession. You give me back upon departure. I

After the Israelites safely crossed the Red Sea, the Egyptians chased after them and were drowned. God's angels wanted to celebrate the enemy's demise. According to the commentary, God saw this and grew angry. He said, in essence: "Stop celebrating. For those were my children, too.

If you were really God," I seethed, "you would have stopped him." He looked to the sea and shook his head. "God starts things," he said. "Man stops them.

What if I lose you?" "You can't lose your mother, Charley.

She hugged her arms around his chest and leaned her head into his shoulder. She did this every night, and like most small demonstrations of love, it had a large impact. Dor felt a surge of calm whenever she held him, like being wrapped in a blanket, and he knew no one else would ever love or understand him the way she did. He nestled his face into her long dark hair, and he breathed a way he never breathed except when he was with her.

Strangers, the Blue Man said, are just family yo have yet to come to know.

You did this, too? he finally said. You met five people? She nodded. A different five people, he said. She nodded again. And they explained everything? And it made a difference? She smiled. All the difference. She touched his chin. And then I waited for you.

when people get married, they share the love of a couple. But when children arrive, they create another love, not just for the new additions, but for the new entity they have created. The family. It is not better than a couple's love, it's complementary, forged with a new appreciation, and a wider, expansive heart.

Maybe it's like my old man said: You can be a mama's boy or a daddy's boy, but you can't be both. So you cling to the one you think you might lose.

And when hope is gone, time is punishment.

So he said it now, a true sentence for a false reason.

People lament that if their loved ones had been born fifty years later, they might have survived what killed them. But perhaps what killed them is what led someone to find a cure.

I split my adolescence between the pulpy smell of books, which was my mother's passion, and the leathery smell of baseball gloves, which was my father's.

Accept what you are to do and what you are not able to do

You aint no devil, just a fool. The worst kind. A fool in love. What you thankin me for, Boy. You just rode two days in the trunk of a car, for a girl. You'd be better off if you's the Devil.

But a clock ticks for all of us, silently, somewhere.