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Mitch Albom Quotes about Memories

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Lost love is still love. 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.

Lost love is still love. 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. You hold it. You dance with it.

Mitch Albom
Love, Romantic, Memories

Sharing tales of those we've lost is how we keep from really losing them.

Mitch Albom
Inspiring, Memories, Losing
Twitter post from Mar 03, 2017

I think what you notice most when you haven’t been home in a while is how much the trees have grown around your memories.

Mitch Albom
Memories, Home, Thinking
Mitch Albom (2009). “For One More Day”, p.28, Hachette UK

I don't know what it is about food your mother makes for you, especially when it's something that anyone can make - pancakes, meat loaf, tuna salad - but it carries a certain taste of memory.

Mitch Albom
Mother, Memories, Food
Mitch Albom (2009). “For One More Day”, p.44, Hachette UK

A man who can take anything will find most things unsatisfying. And a man without memories is just a shell.

Mitch Albom
Memories, Men, Shells
Mitch Albom (2012). “The Time Keeper”, p.74, Hachette UK

By now, the morning sun was just over the horizon and it came at me like a sidearm pitch between the houses of my old neighborhood. I shielded my eyes. This being early October, there were already piles of leaves pushed against the curb—more leaves than I remembered from my autumns here—andless open space in the sky. I think what you notice most when you haven’t been home in a while is how much the trees have grown around your memories.

Mitch Albom
Morning, Memories, Eye
Mitch Albom (2009). “For One More Day”, p.28, Hachette UK

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