Mitch Albom Quotes

People often belittle the place where they were born.

PerdonareForgive Yourself)

Please, please, please, please, please...,, squeezing his eyes shut because it somehow made the words more pure.

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 m...

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.

Same for loneliness: you let go, let the tears flow, feel it completely--but eventually be able to say, All right, that was my moment of loneliness. I'm not afraid of feeling lonely, but now I'm goin...

Sarah dragged her wreckage back to the house, up to her bedroom, and down intoa deep dark hole.

Sarah watched the man sitalongside other homeless clients.Despite their awful circumstances, theywere going on with life, getting throughit as best they could.

Secrets, Charley, my mother whispered. They'll tear you apart.

She cared. She gave a crap. When I lacked even the self-respect to keep myself alive, she dabbed my cuts and I fell back into being a son; I fell as easily as you fall into your pillow at night. And I...

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 whenev...

So many people are in pain—no matter how smart or accomplished—they cry, they yearn, they hurt. But instead of looking down on things, they look up, which is where I should have been looking, too. Bec...

Some of them she had seen for four years without exchanging a word. But that was how high school worked; it issued a verdict and you behaved accordingly.

Sometimes during the night, your father awakened. He rose from his bed, staggered across the room, and found the strength to raise the window sash. He called your mother's name with what little voice...

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

Sometimes, questions are more hurtful than insults.

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

Suddenly, details seemed extremely important. Details were something to grab on to, a way to insert myself into the story.

Tell you what. After I'm dead, you talk. And I'll listen.

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.Eddie shook his head. We were throwing a ball...