The Time Keeper

by Mitch Albom

She is my wife—because ever since they were children she was like the sky to him, forever around.

People fretted over missed chances, over inefficient days; they worried constantly about how long they would live, because counting life’s moments had led, inevitably, to counting them down.

More time. A daughter holding her ailing mother’s hand. A horseman riding to beat the sunset. A farmer fighting a late harvest. A student huddled over piles of papers. More time. A man with a hangover smacking his alarm clock. An exhausted worker buried in reports. A mechanic under the hood with impatient customers waiting.

“Remember this always: There is a reason God limits man’s days.”

Sometimes, when you are not getting the love you want, giving makes you think you will.

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

“We all yearn for what we have lost. But sometimes, we forget what we have.”

But hurting ourselves to inflict pain on others is just another cry to be loved.

Time is not something you give back. The very next moment may be an answer to your prayer. To deny that is to deny the most important part of the future.” “What’s that?” “Hope.”

“With endless time, nothing is special. With no loss or sacrifice, we can’t appreciate what we have.”

“There is a reason God limits our days.” “Why?” “To make each one precious.”