Mitch Albom Quotes

When I look back on my past and think how much time I wasted on nothing, how much time has been lost in futilities, errors, laziness, incapacity to live; how little I appreciated it, how many times I sinned against my heart and soul-then my heart bleeds. Life is a gift, life is happiness, every minute can be an eternity of happiness.

Every day is precious and I feel infinitely sad at this time melting away from me.

Time will take your money, but money won't buy time.

How mankind defers from day to day the best it can do, and the most beautiful things it can enjoy, without thinking that every day may be the last one, and that lost time is lost eternity!

Entire years had passed when he was rich enough in time to disregard the loose change of a minute, but now he obsessed over each one, this minute, the next minute, the one following, all of which were different terms for the same illusion.

Life gets mighty precious when there's less of it to waste.

It's all about time, dimwit time, inferior time, people checking watches and other devices, other reminders. This is time draining out of our lives. Cities were built to measure time, to remove time from nature. There's an endless counting down, he said. When you strip away surfaces, when you see into it, what's left is terror. This is the thing that literature was meant to cure. The epic poem, the bedtime story.

It's not that we have a short time to live, but that we waste a lot of it.

Time lost can never be recovered...and this should be written in flaming letters everywhere.

Time is your most precious commodity and yet most of us live our lives as if we have all the time in the world.

People--stupid when they lived; potentially stupid when they died.

Time elaborately thrown away.

Although the constant shadow of certain death looms over everyday, the pleasures and joys of life can be so fine and affecting that the heart is nearly stilled in astonishment.

Cease, cows, life is short.

If I had my life to live over... I wouldn't have time.

Art indeed is long, but life is short.

Careful poetry and careful people live only long enough to die safely.

Fearful of wasting a second, we hoard time as if it were money.

Remember always your end, and that lost time does not return.

The house kept its own time, like the old-fashioned grandfather clock in the living room. People who happened by raised the weights, and as long as the weights were wound, the clock continued ticking away. But with people gone and the weights unattended, whole chunks of time were left to collect in deposits of faded life on the floor.

Art is too long, and life is too short.

I'm going to be dead for a long time, so I have a lot to do now.

People always ask me how long it takes to do my hair. I don’t know, I’m never there.

Don't you ever get the feeling that all your life is going by and you're not taking advantage of it? Do you realize you've lived nearly half the time you have to live already?

The understanding that we reach a point where we stop becoming something and start ending as something. That comes at different times in different points in different people's lives, and obviously there are lots of people who experience the presence of death much more keenly and much earlier than I did. But we all come to grips with it eventually.