Mitch Albom Quotes

Sometimes you cannot believe what you see, you have to believe what you feel.

They teach you, as children, that you might go to heaven. They never teach you that heaven might come to you.

The backside of mountain is a fight against human nature, he said. You have to care as much about yourself on the way down as you did on the way up.

But I had never seen her that way. I had never known her as Pauline, the name he parents had given her, or as Posey, the name her friends had given her; only as Mom, the name I had given her. I could...

But then, I knew so little about my mother over the last decade of her life. I had been too wrapped up in my own drama.

I came to love the way Morrie lit up when I entered the room. He did this for many people, I know, but it was his special talent to make each visitor feel that the smile was unique.Ahhhh, it’s my budd...

Dievas riboja mūsų dienų skaičių ne be priežasties.-Kokia to priežastis?-Kad kiekviena diena būtų brangi.

He used the haunting phrase, Alas for what has been lost.

Heaven . . . is the same feeling. . . . No fear. No dark. When you know you are loved . . . that’s the light.

Don't let go too soon, but don't hang on too long.

She says everyone you lose here, you find again there. Our family is all together. Her. My parents.

When you are measuring life, you are not living it...

Nothing haunts like the things we don’t say.

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...

I have said that music allows for quick creation. But it is nothing compared with what you humans can destroy in a single conversation.

What you have done to this point cannot be undone. What you do next... It is still unwritten.

When all this started, I asked myself, 'Am I going to withdraw from the world, like most people do, or am I going to live?'I decided I'm going to live---or at least try to live---the way I want, with...

But every family is a ghost story. The dead sit at our tables long after they have gone.

That we are all connected. That you can no more separate one life from another

I had told him I was searching for my keys, that's what had taken me so long in the car, and I squeezed him tighter, as if I could crush my little lie.