Mothers support certain illusions about their children, and one of my illusions was that I liked who I was, because she did.… — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
A wind blew, and the sand around his drawing scattered. He wrapped his fingers inside his wife's, and Father Time rekindled a… — 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
“She wanted to blame him, to blame her whole rotton existence. But seeing Ethan, seeing her mother, seeing the world after the… — 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
“A mother's voice is like no other. We recognize every lilt and whisper, every warble or shriek.” — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
But my father, a thief in many ways, had robbed me of my concentration. — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
When you look into your mother’s eyes, you know that is the purest love you can find on this earth. — 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
My father moved through theys of we, singing each new leaf out of each tree, (and every child was sure that spring… — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
There's a story behind everything..but behind all your stories is always your mother's story..because hers is where yours begins. — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
“All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped.Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers.” — 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
I made the wrong choice ," I whispered. My mother shook her head. "A child should never have to choose. — 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
A child embarrassed by his mother,” she said, “is just a child who hasn’t lived long enough. — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
“Behind all your stories is always your mother's story. Because hers is where yours begin.” — 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
“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
“I also believe that parents, if they love you, will hold you up safely, above their swirling waters, and sometimes that means… — 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
