I am now starting to post quotes from different books I have read. First on my list was the book The Five People You Meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom which has been my all-time favorite read.
And since I got nothing to do today, here are the quotes I recorded from this book. 🙂
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All endings are also beginnings. We just don’t know it at the time.
Every life has one true-love snapshot.
Sometimes stories meet at corners and sometimes they cover one another completely, like stones beneath a river.
.. When your time came, it came, and that was that. You might say something smart on your way out, but you might just as easily say something stupid.
..But the running boy is inside every man, no matter how old he gets.
Heaven can be found in the most unlikely corners.
..We all go through the same thing. You cannot talk when you first arrive.. it helps you listen.
There are five people you meet in heaven. Each of them was in your life for a reason. You may not have known the reason at that time, and that is what Heaven is for. For understanding your life on earth.
.. But scenery without solace is meaningless.
This is the greatest gift God can give you: to understand what happened in your life. To have it explained. It is the peace you have been searching for.
When you are an outcast, even a tossed stone can be cherished.
Sometimes you have to do things when sad things happen.
“All the people you meet here have one thing to teach you.”::
There are no random acts. That we are all connected. That you can no more separate one thing 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.
.. 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.
One withers, another grows. Birth and Death are part of a whole. It is why we are drawn to babies and to funerals.
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. Always, they feel they are supposed to.
“It is the thinking that gets you killed.”
War could bond men like a magnet, but like a magnet it could repel them, too. The things they saw, the things they did, sometimes they just wanted to forget.
“He learned many things as a soldier. He came home a different man.”
Dying? Not the end of everything. We think it is. But what happens on earth is only the beginning.
“That’s what heaven is. You got to make sense of your yesterdays.
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.
.. Sons will admire their fathers through even the worst behavior. It is how they learn devotion. Before he can devote himself to God or a woman, a boy will devote himself to his father, even foolishly, even beyond explanation.
All parents damage their children. This was their life together. Neglect. Violence. Silence.
You have peace when you make it with yourself. Things that happen before you are born still affect you. Andpeople who come before your time affect you as well.
We move through places everyday that would never have been if not for those who came before us. Our work places, where we spend so much time – we often think they began with our arrival. That’s not true.
Parents barely let go of their children, so children let go of them.
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.
Holding anger is a poison. It eats you up 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.
.. No one is born with anger. And when we die, the soul is freed of it. But now, here (in heaven), in order to move on, you must understand why you felt what you did, and why you no longer need to feel it.
People say they “find” love, as if it were an object hidden by rock. But love takes many forms, and it is never the same for any man and woman. What people find then is a certain love.
“Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that’s all. You can’t see their smile or bring then 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.
LIFE has to end, LOVE doesn’t.
Silence is worse when you know it won’t be broken.
Secret of heaven: THAT EACH AFFECTS THE OTHER AND THE OTHER AFFECTS THE NEXT, AND THE WORLD IS FULL OF STORIES, BUT THE STORIES ARE ALL ONE.