Mitch Albom
Mitch Albom
Mitchell David "Mitch" Albomis an American best-selling author, journalist, screenwriter, dramatist, radio and television broadcaster, and musician. His books have sold over 35 million copies worldwide. Having achieved national recognition for sports writing in the earlier part of his career, he is perhaps best known for the inspirational stories and themes that weave through his books, plays, and films...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth23 May 1958
CityPassaic, NJ
CountryUnited States of America
We don't see what we could be. We should be looking at our potential, stretching ourselves into everything we can become.
He was near tears, 'Who do I blame?' he kept asking me. 'There is no God.I can only blame myself.'" The Reb's face tightened, as if in pain. "That," he said, softly, "is a terrible self-indictment." Worse than an unanswered prayer? "Oh yes. It is far more comforting to think God listened and said no, than to think that nobody's out there.
Life is a series of pulls back and forth. You want to do one thing, but you are bound to do something else.
Personally, I always wondered about authors and celebrities who loudly declared there was no God. It was usually when they were healthy and popular and being listened to by crowds. What happens, I wondered, in the quiet moments before death? By then, they have lost the stage, the world has moved on. If suddenly, in their last gasping moments, through fear, a vision, a late enlightenment, they change their minds about God, who would know?
sometimes what you miss the most is the way a loved one made you feel about yourself.
There is a time for hello and a time for good-bye. It's why the act of burying thing seems natural, but the act of digging them up does not.
She was like a wound beneath an old bandage, and he had grown more used to the bandage.
But you grab a moment, or you let it pass.
Are you seeing anyone romantically?" he inquired. "No, I'm not," she replied. "Good. Please keep it that way. Because I intend to ask you to marry me.
With Marguerite, he wanted only time—more and more time—and he was granted it, nighttimes and daytimes and nighttimes again.
The years after graduation hardened me into someone quite different from the strutting graduate who left campus that day headed for New York city, ready to offer the world his talent. The world, I discovered. was not all that interested.
There is no formula to relationships.
I know I cannot undo this. None of us can undo what we’ve done, or relive a life already recorded.
If you could pack for heaven, this was how you'd do it, touching everything, taking nothing.