Memoir Quotes

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She said, 'No, you learned that you have power - power and determination. I love you and I am proud of you. With those two things, you can go anywhere and everywhere.

In those days, there was no money to buy books.

You know, everybody's ignorant, just on different subjects.

So long as governments set the example of killing their enemies, private individuals will occasionally kill theirs.

Read a lot, write a lot is the great commandment.

Memory is each man's own last measure, and for some, the only achievement.

I am not here to make you feel better, I am just here to make you feel worse

Tomorrow is promised to no one so live your life fully everyday.

I'm just scared I won't run as fast as I did my freshman year, ' I admitted, choking back tears.Coach Woj looked at me for a moment, his eye gentle.'You don't have to.

The ordinary stories of our ordinary lives have extraordinary gifts coded within them. . .

I think this is what we all want to hear: that we are not alone in hitting the bottom, and that it is possible to come out of that place courageous, beautiful, and strong.

Writing the story of their own life allows the author to parse their story into examinable segments while continuing to engage in the act of communion and creation.

My father's haunting memories of war had been transformed into my own haunting memories. Such is the power of war and memory.

In the beginning, I only wanted to know, love, and serve God and understand the Bible. What harm could that possibly bring?

A bookshop is a peaceful sanctuary of silent voices waiting to heard

And now it was official: I loved REI more than I loved the people behind Snapple lemonade.

There are no answers, only choices.

The shape of your life depends upon whether you choose to be the sculptor or the clay.

I know that I'm crazy. And that has made all the difference." From: Furiously Happy: A funny book about horrible things.

Only when we feel the story in each of its moments or places are we able to tell it properly.

Anyone can choose to have success, but only the patient ones will get rewarded by it. Be relentless in chasing your dreams.

Always remember that your memoir is never about you. It's about your reader. At it's core, it's about that shared space where we all experience the timeless truths of what it means to be human.

Don't live off your past successes or failures, live for the next big pursuit.

Every crossroad in life has four options – quit, adapt, proceed, or accept, but quitting is a dead-end.

Wanderer, there is no road, the road is made by walking.

Don't read their rubbish... Read mine ☺️

Integrity is something we show, not proclaim.

Facts you can bend. Memories are much stronger things.

It is winter, and very cold. There are icicles against the glass, and frost. I am tracing a pattern, before it melts. Before it fades, and is lost for good, like memories

More than ever, I've come to see conspiracy theories as the refuge of those who have lost their natural curiosity to cope with change.

The only real certainty is that if you get to live, you gotta die. Live life now.

I want to sling a stone, a small rock into a pool, see it ripple. I want to shake a tree, create a small storm..

The landscape is bathed in the honeyed light of morning. Sometimes the memory of winter comes again. And my days are colored reveries of you, my nights sensuous

I was an unwilling passenger leaving the Big Country. I would miss the mountains and the waterfalls, the treks on broad horses' backs to hidden villages in secret valleys.

Writing is...creating tattoos which are invisible, under your skin

The funny thing about money is that you can't take it with you, so don’t try to.

Truth is the lie you once told returning to haunt you

The point, I decided, wasn't to have the autobiography or even the memories. The point was who I became when I wrote.

Our eyes met. I kissed her soft face, and down the stairs they descended. Their voices blended into an echo, a murmur. I ventured barefoot into the bedroom. The dark gown lay crumpled upon the bed

Love has no demand of us but to keep practicing, to do the next hard thing. Love says, Come dear. Take the next step.

There were women who navigated in canoes, holding their children, the beguiling wind blowing soft sleet kisses, raining upon their skins

I wonder who else in the world was having such an exquisite dawn.

It is important to measure ourselves at least once in life, undertake a personal odyssey that constructs a clarifying prism of our being.

There was no time to lose, no time to waste in rest or play. The life of the earth comes up with a rush in the springtime.

She hands me an ornament of The Virgin Mary. "Pray to the Holy Mary, Mother of God!" I notice she has a gold chain round her neck. It has the holy cross and a shamrock

I was climbing high, high up Pen Dinas Head among the sparkling yellow gorse, sea birds and white heather, with the oily sheep huddled together against the wind

The snug log house looked just as it always had. It did not seem to know they were going away.

The head can travel a far piece while the body sits in one spot. It can traverse many decades, and many conversations can be had, even with the dead.

What can we expect from an empty shell Where many hearts of pearl once beat to dwell Waves fail to break hard layer's bond of loveWailing shore sends memoir to the sky above

May I see the beauty in others without denigrating my own.