“Behind all your stories is always your mother's story. Because hers is where yours begin.” — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
I made the wrong choice ," I whispered. My mother shook her head. "A child should never have to choose. — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
“Going back to something is harder than you think." I don't suppose I could have broken my mother's heart any more if… — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
“But behind all your stories is always your mother's story, because hers is where yours begins.” — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
“Sitting high above the city, Father Time realized that knowing something and understanding it were not the same thing.” — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
“I didn't want to be ordinary," I mumbled. My mother looked up. "What ordinary, Charley?" "You know. Someone you forget." From the… — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
“Why did you measure the days and nights? To know. Sitting high above the city, Father Time realized that knowing something and… — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
He never spoke of that night again, not to your mother, not to anyone else. He was ashamed for her, for Mickey,… — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
I don't know what it is about food your mother makes for you, especially when it's something that anyone can make -… — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
The truth is, when our mothers held us, rocked us, stroked our heads -none of us ever got enough of that. We… — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
Kids chase the love that eludes them, and for me, that was my father's love. He kept it tucked away, like papers… — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
“His father, who for years had refused to speak to Eddie, now lacked the strength to even try. He watched his son… — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
“You see, here's my theory: Kids chase the love that eludes them, and for me, that was my father's love. He kept… — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
Tell me about your family," I said. And so she did. I listened intently as my mother went through each branch of… — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
“All parents damage their children. IT cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge,… — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
“He tells my parents how I took every class he taught. He tells them, “You have a special boy here.” Embarrassed, I… — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
“You didn’t get it. Sacrifice is a part of life. It’s supposed to be. It’s not something to regret. It’s something to… — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
But there's a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the… — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
“Some of these things I understand, some I do not. It makes no difference. The discussions give me an excuse to talk… — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
“Parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorb the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others… — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
“It is not until much later, as the skin sags and the heart weakens, that children understand; their stories, and all their… — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
“I saw in her expression that old, unshakable mountain of concern. And I realized when you look at your mother, 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
