Mitch Albom Quotes

What's time between a mother and her daughter?Never too much, never enough.

But then she did. she died. no more visits, no more phone calls. And without even realizing it, I began to drift, as if my roots had been pulled, as if I were floating down some side branch of a river...

Life is a series of back and forth...''So which side wins, I ask?''Love wins. Love always wins.

Man invents nothing God did not create first.

Once you have a sister, you never stop having her, even if you can no longer see or touch her.

Study me in my slow and patient demise. Watch what happens to me. Learn with me. -Morrie

So often, we push away the voices closest to us. But once they’re gone, we reach for them.

Knowing something and understanding it were not the same thing.

You have to find what’s good and true and beautiful in your life as it is now.

Embrace aging.

Everyone joins a band in this life. One way or another, the band breaks up.

There was always a quest for more minutes, more hours, faster progress to accomplish more in each day. The simple joy of living between summers was gone.

Everyone knows they’re going to die, he said again, but nobody believes it. If we did, we would do things differently. So we kid ourselves about death, I said. Yes. But there’s a better approach. To k...

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

Forgive yourself. Forgive others. Don’t wait, Mitch. Not everyone gets the time I’m getting. Not everyone is as lucky. I

Had he known his death was imminent, he might have gone somewhere else. Instead, he did what we all do. He went about his dull routine as if all the days in the world were still to come.

I wondered, now that his days were dwindling, how important ritual still was. Vital, he said. But why? Deep inside, you know your convictions. Mitch, he said, faith is about doing. You are how you act...

Here is what I know of love. It changes the way you treat me. I feel it in your hands. Your fingers. Your compositions. The sudden rush of peppy phrases, major sevenths, melody lines that resolve neat...

The only whole heart is a broken heart.

When you're in bed, you're dead