“Morrie had become a lightning rod of ideas. He jotted down his thoughts on yellow pads, envelopes, folders, scrap paper. He wrote bite-sized philosophies about living with death’s shadow: “Accept what you are able to do and what you are… — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
“He wondered how it was fair that your dying should depend so much on when you were born.” — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
“After the funeral, my life changed. I felt as if time were suddenly precious, water going down an open drain, and I could not… — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
“Once, lovers on faraway shores sat by candlelight and dipped ink to parchment, writing words that could not be erased. They took an evening… — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
Giving to other people makes me feel alive. Not my car or my house. Not what I look like in the mirror. When I… — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
“If the only thing wrong with Moses is that he's not yours; if the only thing wrong with Jesus is that he's not yours;… — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
“Sometimes your kids will say the nastiest things, won't they, Rose? You want to ask,'Whose child is this?'" Rose chuckled. "But usually, they're just… — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
“I had also developed my own culture. Work. Over the years, I had taken labor as my companion and had moved everything else to… — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
