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Sep 17, 2005
excerpts from the five people you meet in heaven by mitch albom


...all endings are also beginnings. we just don't know it at the time...

...heaven can be found in the most unlikely corners...

...there are no random acts. that we are all connected. that you can no more separate one life from another thatn 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...

...why people gather when others die? why people feel they should? it is because 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...

...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...

...that's what heaven is. you get to make sense of your yesterdays...

...sacrifice is a part of life. sometimes when you sacrifice something precious, you're not really losing it. you're just passing it on to someone else...

...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...

...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...

...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. life has to end, love doesn't...

...secret of heaven: each affects the other and the other affects the next, and the world is full of stories, but the stories are all one...

Posted at 12:51 pm by xenia

 

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