The Time Keeper

by Mitch Albom

Not aging is not the same as living, and without human contact, his soul dried up.

“It is never too late or too soon. It is when it is supposed to be.”

“You marked the minutes,” the old man said. “But did you use them wisely? To be still? To cherish? To be grateful? To lift and be lifted?”

“Only God can write the end of your story.”

“God has left me alone,” Dor said. The old man shook his head. “You were never alone.” He touched Dor’s face and Dor felt new spirit filling his body, like water being poured into a cup. The old man began to fade away. “Remember this always: There is a reason God limits man’s days.”

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

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.”

“Ends are for yesterdays, not tomorrows.”

“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.”

There was always a quest for more minutes, more hours, faster progress to accomplish more in each day. The simple joy of living between sunrises was gone.

“When you are measuring life, you are not living it. I know.”

“All who are born are always dying.”

“We cannot stop what Heaven chooses.”