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I re-read The Five People You Meet In Heaven this afternoon, just needed a good read. The book is just wonderful and contains great quotes so I thought I'd share. I would definitely recommend it to those who just want to be moved in less than two hundred pages... it's worth your time. Enjoy the quotes.
The Five People You Meet In Heaven-Mitch Albom
♥
But all endings are also beginnings.
We just don't know it at the time.
♥
Every life has one true-love snapshot.
♥
No story sits by itself.
Sometimes stories meet at corners and sometimes
they cover one another completely, like stones beneath a river.
♥
But the running boy is inside every man,
no matter how old he gets.
♥
People often belittle the place where they were born.
But heaven can be found in the most unlikely corners.
♥
That there are no random acts.
That we are all connected.
That you can no more separate one life from another
than you can separate a breeze from the wind.
♥
Fairness does not govern life and death.
If it did, no good person would ever die young.
♥
It is because the human spirit knows deep down,
that all lives intersect.
That death doesn’t just take someone,
it misses someone else,
and in the small distance
between being taken and being missed,
lives are changed.
♥
It happens every day.
When lightening strikes a minute after you are gone,
or an airplane crashes that you might have been on.
When your colleague falls ill and you do not.
We think such things are random.
But there are is a balance to it all.
One withers, one grows.
Birth and death are part of a whole.
♥
Strangers are just family
you have yet to come to know.
♥
No life is a waste.
The only time we waste is
the time we spend thinking we are alone.
♥
Young men go to war.
Sometimes because they have to,
sometimes because they want to.
This comes from the sad, layered stories of life,
which over the centuries have seen
courage confused with picking up arms,
and cowardice with laying them down.
♥
Time is not what you think.
Dying? Not the end of everything. We think it is.
But what happens on earth is only the beginning.
♥
I figure it’s like in the Bible, the Adam and Eve deal?
Adam’s first night on earth? When he lays down to sleep?
He thinks it’s all over, right? He doesn’t know what sleep is.
His eyes are closing, and he thinks he’s leaving this world, right?
Only he isn’t.
He wakes up the next morning and he has a fresh new world to work with,
but he has something else, too.
He has his yesterday.
♥
Sacrifice is a part of life.
It’s supposed to be.
It’s not something to regret.
It’s something to aspire to.
Little sacrifices. Big sacrifices.
♥
Sometimes when you sacrifice something precious,
you’re not really losing it.
You’re just passing it on to someone else.
♥
But our eyes are different.
What you see ain’t what I see.
♥
All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped.
Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers.
Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods
completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.
♥
You have peace when you make it with yourself.
♥
Things that happen before you are born still affect you.
And people who come before your time affect you as well.
♥
Parents rarely let go of their children, so children let go of them.
They move on. They move away.
The moments that used to define them -a mother’s approval, a father’s nod-
are covered by moments of their own accomplishments.
It is not until much later, as the skin sags and the heart weakens,
that children understand;
their stories, and all their accomplishments,
sit atop the stories of their mothers and fathers,
stones upon stones, beneath the waters of their lives.
♥
People don’t die of loyalty.
They don’t? Religion? Government?
Are we not loyal to such things, sometimes to the death?
Better to be loyal to one another.
♥
Which is worse when left unexplained:
a life, or a death?
♥
Holding anger is a poison.
It eats you from inside.
We think that hating is a weapon that
attacks the person who harmed us.
But hatred is a curved blade.
And the harm we do, we do to ourselves.
♥
People say they “find” love,
as if it were an object hidden by a rock.
But love takes many forms,
and it is never the same for any man and woman.
What people find them is a certain love.
♥
Love, like rain, can nourish from above,
drenching couples with a soaking joy.
But sometimes, under the angry heat of life,
love dries on the surface and must nourish from below,
tending to its toots, keeping itself alive.
♥
Lost love is still love.
It takes a different form, that’s all.
You can’t see their smiles 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, love doesn’t.
♥
Silence is worse when you
know it won’t be broken.
♥
...that each affects the other
and the other affects the next,
and the world is full of stories,
but the stories are all one.
♥
...that each affects the other
and the other affects the next,
and the world is full of stories,
but the stories are all one.
♥
The Five People You Meet In Heaven-Mitch Albom
♥
But all endings are also beginnings.
We just don't know it at the time.
♥
Every life has one true-love snapshot.
♥
No story sits by itself.
Sometimes stories meet at corners and sometimes
they cover one another completely, like stones beneath a river.
♥
But the running boy is inside every man,
no matter how old he gets.
♥
People often belittle the place where they were born.
But heaven can be found in the most unlikely corners.
♥
That there are no random acts.
That we are all connected.
That you can no more separate one life from another
than you can separate a breeze from the wind.
♥
Fairness does not govern life and death.
If it did, no good person would ever die young.
♥
It is because the human spirit knows deep down,
that all lives intersect.
That death doesn’t just take someone,
it misses someone else,
and in the small distance
between being taken and being missed,
lives are changed.
♥
It happens every day.
When lightening strikes a minute after you are gone,
or an airplane crashes that you might have been on.
When your colleague falls ill and you do not.
We think such things are random.
But there are is a balance to it all.
One withers, one grows.
Birth and death are part of a whole.
♥
Strangers are just family
you have yet to come to know.
♥
No life is a waste.
The only time we waste is
the time we spend thinking we are alone.
♥
Young men go to war.
Sometimes because they have to,
sometimes because they want to.
This comes from the sad, layered stories of life,
which over the centuries have seen
courage confused with picking up arms,
and cowardice with laying them down.
♥
Time is not what you think.
Dying? Not the end of everything. We think it is.
But what happens on earth is only the beginning.
♥
I figure it’s like in the Bible, the Adam and Eve deal?
Adam’s first night on earth? When he lays down to sleep?
He thinks it’s all over, right? He doesn’t know what sleep is.
His eyes are closing, and he thinks he’s leaving this world, right?
Only he isn’t.
He wakes up the next morning and he has a fresh new world to work with,
but he has something else, too.
He has his yesterday.
♥
Sacrifice is a part of life.
It’s supposed to be.
It’s not something to regret.
It’s something to aspire to.
Little sacrifices. Big sacrifices.
♥
Sometimes when you sacrifice something precious,
you’re not really losing it.
You’re just passing it on to someone else.
♥
But our eyes are different.
What you see ain’t what I see.
♥
All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped.
Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers.
Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods
completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.
♥
You have peace when you make it with yourself.
♥
Things that happen before you are born still affect you.
And people who come before your time affect you as well.
♥
Parents rarely let go of their children, so children let go of them.
They move on. They move away.
The moments that used to define them -a mother’s approval, a father’s nod-
are covered by moments of their own accomplishments.
It is not until much later, as the skin sags and the heart weakens,
that children understand;
their stories, and all their accomplishments,
sit atop the stories of their mothers and fathers,
stones upon stones, beneath the waters of their lives.
♥
People don’t die of loyalty.
They don’t? Religion? Government?
Are we not loyal to such things, sometimes to the death?
Better to be loyal to one another.
♥
Which is worse when left unexplained:
a life, or a death?
♥
Holding anger is a poison.
It eats you from inside.
We think that hating is a weapon that
attacks the person who harmed us.
But hatred is a curved blade.
And the harm we do, we do to ourselves.
♥
People say they “find” love,
as if it were an object hidden by a rock.
But love takes many forms,
and it is never the same for any man and woman.
What people find them is a certain love.
♥
Love, like rain, can nourish from above,
drenching couples with a soaking joy.
But sometimes, under the angry heat of life,
love dries on the surface and must nourish from below,
tending to its toots, keeping itself alive.
♥
Lost love is still love.
It takes a different form, that’s all.
You can’t see their smiles 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, love doesn’t.
♥
Silence is worse when you
know it won’t be broken.
♥
...that each affects the other
and the other affects the next,
and the world is full of stories,
but the stories are all one.
♥
...that each affects the other
and the other affects the next,
and the world is full of stories,
but the stories are all one.
♥