Excerpts from The Five People You Meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom
"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."
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"Strangers," the Blue Man said, "are just family you have yet to come to know."
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Young men go to war, sometimes because they have to, sometimes because they want to.
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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.
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"We move through places every day that would never have been if not for those who came before us."
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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 fther'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 the children understand; their stories, and all thier accomplishments, sit atop the stories of their mothers and fathers, stones upon stones, beneath the waters of their lives.
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Per l'amaro e il dolce? For the bitter and the sweet?
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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.
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"Lost love is still love, Eddie. It takes a different form, that's all. You can't see their smile or 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. We hold it. You dance with it."
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All endings are also beginnings. We just don't know it at the time...
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"Strangers," the Blue Man said, "are just family you have yet to come to know."
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Young men go to war, sometimes because they have to, sometimes because they want to.
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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.
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"We move through places every day that would never have been if not for those who came before us."
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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 fther'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 the children understand; their stories, and all thier accomplishments, sit atop the stories of their mothers and fathers, stones upon stones, beneath the waters of their lives.
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Holding anger is a poision. 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.
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Per l'amaro e il dolce? For the bitter and the sweet?
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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.
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"Lost love is still love, Eddie. It takes a different form, that's all. You can't see their smile or 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. We hold it. You dance with it."
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All endings are also beginnings. We just don't know it at the time...
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