Quotes by Mitch Albom

What is it?”“A prayer.”“For a child?”She nodded.“For me?”Another nod.“On a tree?”“Trees spend all day looking up at God.

If you accept that you can die at any time - then you might not be as ambitious as you are

Why did you measure the days and nights? To know. Sitting high above the city, Father Time realized that knowing something and understanding it were not the same thing.

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

You see, you closed your eyes. That was the difference. Sometimes you cannot believe what you see, you have to believe what you feel. And if you are ever going to have other people trust you, you must feel that you can trust them, too--even when you’re in the dark. Even when you’re falling.

The bride waits here, she said, running her hands along her hair, taking in her image but seeming to drift away. This is the moment you think about what youre doing. Who youre choosing. Who you will love. If its right, Eddie, this can be such a wonderful moment.

It’s not just other people we need to forgive. We also need to forgive ourselves. For all the things we didn’t do. All the things we should have done.

Its not just other people we need to forgive, Mitch. He finally whispered, We also need to forgive ourselves.

Have you ever lost someone you love and wanted one more conversation, one more chance to make up for the time when you thought they would be here forever? If so, then you know you can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back.

Being unheard is the ground floor of giving up, and giving up is the ground floor of doing yourself in. It’s not so much, what’s the point? It’s more like, what’s the difference?

The dead sit at our tables long after they have gone.

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

In business, people negotiate to win. They negotiate to get what they want. Maybe youre too used to that. Love is different. Love is when you are as concerned about someone elses situation as you are about your own.

Now that child reminds me of something our sages taught. When a baby comes into the world, its hands are clenched, right? Like this?He made a fist.Why? Because a baby, not knowing any better, wants to grab everything, to say The whole world is mine.But when an old person dies, how does he do so? With his hands open. Why? Because he has learned the lesson.What lesson? I asked.He stretched open his empty fingers.We can take nothing with us.

And is often the case with faith, I thought I was being asked a favor, when in fact I was being given one.

I dont know what it is about the food your mother makes for you, especially when its something that anyone can make - pancakes, meat loaf, tuna salad - but it carries a certain taste of memory.

As usual, he saves his wifes for last. He leans on the cane and he looks at the headstone and he thinks about many things. Taffy. He thinks about taffy. He thinks it would take his teeth out now, but he would eat it anyhow, if it meant eating it with her.

Nurses came to his house to work with Morries withering legs.. bending them back and forth as if pumping water from a well.. He met with meditation teachers, and closed his eyes and narrowed his thoughts until his world shrunk down to a single breath, in and out, in and out.

I believe that. All divorce does is divert you, taking you away from everything you thought you knew and everything you thought u wanted and steering you into all kinds of other stuff, like discussions about your mothers girdle and whether she should marry someone else.

The only time we waste is the time we spend thinking we are alone.