Mitch Albom Quotes

If I can’t see them or hear them, how can I help them?

If we knew what comes next, we never would have worried.

If we love something and somebody so much, how much—if at all—are they ever really gone from our hearts?

In any conversation, I was taught, there are at least three parties: you, the other person, and the Lord. I

Love her or some other guy will.Love like there is no tomorrow, cause there may not be.Never take what/who you have for granted cause it will end up turning into something you had.Do what it takes to...

Love is when you are as concerned about someone else's situation as you are about your own.

Love lost, is still love...You can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory.

Mitch, that's what faith is. If they spit in your face, you say it must be raining. But you still come back tomorrow.

Mitch, he said, the culture doesn’t encourage you to think about such things until you’re about to die. We’re so wrapped up with egotistical things, career, family, having enough money, meeting the mo...

Morrie smiled. Mitch, you asked about caring for people I don’t even know. But can I tell you the thing I’m learning most with this disease? What’s that? The most important thing in life is to learn h...

Morrie, I said softly. Coach, he corrected.Coach, I said. I felt a shiver. He spoke in short bursts, inhaling air, exhaling words. His voice was thin and raspy. He smelled of ointment.You ... are a go...

Most religions warn against war, yet more wars have been fought over religion than perhaps anything else.

My grandparents did these things. My parents, too. If I take the pattern and throw it out, what does that say about their lives? Or mine? From generation to generation, these rituals are how we remain...

No story sits by itself, Sometimes stories meet at corners and sometimes they cover one another completely, like stones beneath a river.

One of my disciples, a lanky saxophonist named Sonny Rollins, played his horn for three years on a bridge in New York City, his tender jazz melodies wafting between the traffic noises. I would pause t...

Only God can write the end of your story.God has left me alone, Dor said.The old man shook his head. You were never alone.

Or how we feel a surge of love for a partner but we don't say anything because we're frozen with the fear of what those words might do to the relationship.

Orang-orang asing adalah keluarga yang belum kau kenal.

People are only mean when they’re threatened, he said later that day, and that’s what our culture does. That’s what our economy does. Even people who have jobs in our economy are threatened, because t...

People often ask what I miss about Morrie. I miss that belief in humanity. I miss the eyes that could view life so encouragingly. And I miss his laugh. I really do.