Quotes by Mitch Albom

Sometimes your kids will say the nastiest things, wont they, Rose? You want to ask,Whose child is this?Rose chuckled.But usually, theyre just in some kind of pain. They need to work it out.

You see, heres my theory: Kids chase the love that eludes them, and for me, that was my fathers love. He kept it tucked away, like papers in a briefcase. And I kept trying to get in there.

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

if you dont respect the other person, youre gonna have a lot of trouble. If you dont know how to compromise, youre gonna have a lot of trouble. If you cant talk openly about what goes on between you, youre gonna have a lot of trouble. And if you have different set of values in life, youre gonna have a lot of trouble.Your values must be alike. And the biggest of those values... the belief in the importance of your marriage.

Sometimes when you sacrifice something precious, youre not really losing it. Youre just passing it on to someone else.

Parents rarely let go of their children, so children let go of them. They move on. They move away. The moments that used to define them - a mothers approval, a fathers nod - are covered by moments of their own accomplishments. It is not until much later, as the skin sags and the heart weakens, that children understand; their stories, and all their accomplishments, sit atop the stories of their mothers and fathers, stones upon stones, beneath the waters of their lives.

Yet he refused to be depressed. Instead, Morrie had become a lightning rod of ideas.

Behind all your stories is always your mothers story. Because hers is where yours begin.

I love you every day,Mom

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.

Going back to something is harder than you think.I dont suppose I could have broken my mothers heart any more if I tried.

I thought about how often this was needed in everyday life. How we feel lonely, sometimes to the point of tears, but we dont let those tears come because we are not supposed to cry. Or how we feel a surge of love for a partner but we dont say anything because were frozen with the fear of what those words might do to the relationship.

Morrie was in a wheelchair full-time now, getting used to helpers lifting him like a heavy sack from the chair to the bed and the bed to the chair.

If you hold back on the emotions--if you dont allow yourself to go all the way through them--you can never get to being detached, youre too busy being afraid. Youre afraid of the pain, youre afraid of the grief. Youre afraid of the vulnerability that loving entails. But by throwing yourself into these emotions, by allowing yourself to dive in, all the way, over your heard even, you experience them fully and completely.

Then he commandeered the floor, shooting back and forth like some hot Latin lover. When he finished, everyone applauded. He could have stayed in that moment forever.

This is the story of a man named Eddie and it starts at the end, with Eddie dying in the sun. It may seem strange to start a story with and ending, but all endings are also beginnings. We just dont know it at the time.

Time, the Captain said, is not what you think. He sat down next to Eddie. Dying? Not the end of everything. We think it is. But what happens on earth is only the beginning.

In a strange way, I envied the quality of Morries time even as I lamented its diminishing supply. Why did we bother with all the distractions we did?

We are, as we die, who we most were in life...

You live on - in the hearts of everyone you have touched and nurtured while you were here...Death ends life, not a relationship.