by Mitch Albom. The following were some of my noted quotations taken from the book. It's a good read if you're interested. I can lend you my copy, if your library doesn't have a copy.
The only time we waste is the time we spend thinking we are alone. (50)
Sacrifice "the Captain said" you made one. I made one. We all make them. But you were angry over yours. You kept thinking about what you lost. You didn't get it. Sacrifice is part of life. It's supposed to be. It's not something to regret. It's something to aspire to. Little sacrifices. Big sacrifices. (93)
You have peace when you make it with yourself. (113)
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. (126)
Which is worse when left unexplained: a life, or a death? (140)
Learn this from me: 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. (141)
It never changes, when the groom lifts the veil, when the bride accepts the ring, the possibilities you see in their eyes, it's the same around the world. They truly believe their love and their marriage is going to break all the records. (157)
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 roots, keeping itself alive. (164)
Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that's all. You cant' see their smile r bring them food 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. (173)
Life has to end. Love doesn't.
It is never hard to act ordinary if you feel ordinary. (183)
Each affects the other and the other affects the next, and the world is full of stories, but the stories are all one. (196)
