Mitch Albom Quotes

American author

Mitchell David Albom (born May 23, 1958) is a sportswriter, novelist, newspaper columnist for the Detroit Free Press, syndicated radio host, and TV commentator.

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Alternative Names: Mitchell David "Mitch" Albom

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When a lost loved one appears before you, it's your brain that fights it, not your heart.

"Timing is everything. That´s right. Which is why our sages tell us to repent exactly one day before we die." But how do you know it´s the day before you die? I asked. He raised his eyebrows. "Exactly"

If you're trying to show off for people at the top, forget it. They will look down on you anyhow. And if you're trying to show off for people at the bottom, forget it. They will only envy you. Status will get you nowhere. Only an open heart will allow you to float equally between everyone.

"None of us can undo what we've done, or relive a life already recorded. But, ... there is no such thing as "too late" in life."

The world is full of stories, but the stories are all one.

We're Tuesday people.

When you come to the end, that's where God begins.

Sometimes, love brings you together even as life keeps you apart.

Do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself..

I hope you can find the healing power in grieving.

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. You can’t get stuck on the regrets of what should have happened. I always wished I had done more with my work; I wished I had written more books. I used to beat myself up over it. Now I see that never did any good. Make peace. You need to make peace with yourself and everyone around you.

People often belittle the place where they were born but heaven can be found in the most unlikely places.

We move through places every day that would never have been if not for those who came before us. Our workplaces, where we spend so much time — we often think they began with our arrival. That's not true.

Lost love is still love, Eddie. It takes a different form, that’s all. 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. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it. “Life has to end,” she said. “Love doesn’t.

That's what heaven is. You get to make sense of your yesterdays