Twice

by Mitch Albom

A boy may not do everything for his mother. But he’ll do anything for her memory.

There are years you think about for moments, and moments you think about for years.

I’ve noticed something about dying, Boss. When you come into this world, you have all these people who want to take care of you, and you don’t know any of them. Then, when you’re leaving this world, you have all these people you do know, but few of them want to be bothered.

The Truth About True Love: what we yearn for, deep down, is a heart that will embrace us after we make a fool of ourselves.

“Some of the biggest things in life happen over the smallest turns in the day.”

This is what being old is. You worry about the young.”

“I want, and you want, and God does what God wants.” “That’s what Mom told me.” “Well.” She smiled. “Who do you think told her?”

“Suspicion and belief cannot share the same bed.”

What is it about time and love that turns us from red with desire to pale with familiarity?

Love is different, my grandmother had warned. It’s the only thing you can’t do twice.

Who knows? We invent all kinds of theories about how our hearts get broken, when we’re the ones who drop them on the floor.

Now, hurrying to meet a man she thought she knew so well, and realizing she didn’t know him at all, she wasn’t sure where one emotion ended and another began.

Because The Truth About True Love is that it can wait a lifetime. Or two.