Memoir Quotes
I believe God lets us stumble along, slowly finding our way, and giving us chances to pick each other up.
So, am I too, like all other humans, just a rogue? Sure! Just a notch less than those rascals wearing godly robes.
We are not defined by what knocks us down - we are defined by how we get back up
I no longer believe there's any such thing as losing a woman. A man loses himself as women slip into the future.
You wrote in a poem, “I love your body, ” as if love was for you embodied in the senses, and yet more than the senses together, an enveloping sense itself sensuous, as if all the body made sense.
Remember to add the most important ingredient to every recipe you make - your love!
For me, adoption was grief in reverse.
How can it be that there is such a colossal gap between what we think we know about grief and mourning and what we actually find out when it comes to us?
If I have been given any gift in this life, it’s my ability to live simultaneously in the rational world and the world of imagination.
I've always let my imagination run free, but now I try to rein it in. Things never turn out the way I imagine, so I am letting them rest. Instead, I am holding just what is in my hand.
Every crossroad in life has four options – quit, adapt, proceed, or accept, but quitting is a dead-end.
Her legacy was not--would not be--this disease. Phyllis Marie Unold Avery told us stories...It is my promise to her that for as long as I am able, I will recognize, restory, and remember.
It is a beautiful and scary thing to sit open-handed and let all your plans float away like dust.
Sometimes I dream that I'm writing a memoir. A memoir would just be the thing to keep me in the hearts and memories of my adoring public.
Nothing about these times makes any sense. Nothing. Putting it to words only makes it sound too simple.
And it certainly wasn’t a choice without risk. But then very few worthwhile things in life are. The greater the risk, the greater the reward.
I would rather have 10, 000 stories than 10, 000 in my bank account @myhumancompass Roy ('Backpack') Baron author of Looking Glass Shattered.
Walk your own path and be yourself
Damoder climbed slowly to his feet. 'Buy lot!' he wheedled, 'I am poor man. I sell you cheap. I am bank-Rupert! Apparently the only things that could save him from bank-rupertcy were our dollars.
It was one of those striking moments in life where you find familiarity in the inexplicable.
And so we went. And so it went. And, slowly, I began to learn: speaking in the same language does not equal communication, especially when there is a cultural divide.
I looked out again at the rising moon and I let the weight of my day, my week, lift away with the rushing wind as I was blown into the depths of myself.
Somehow, we were passing the boundaries of language and finding clarity in shared thought, even if we were just talking about beer!
My professional life had started and here I was at a professional dinner full of uninhibited drinking.
There were signs everywhere but none that I could read or even hope to decipher. These multi-lined symbols unhinged my familiar world.
My meal arrived. It was a bowl of tepid, green curried water with two spinach leaves floating in it. The waiter called it 'vegetable soup'. I called it inedible slop.
As well as writing, 2004 saw my first attempt at wine making: the elixir of life. Unfortunately, my effort tasted more like the elixir of death.
I stood in the library admiring the huge book collection. There was something inherently calming about being surrounded by books, even their smell and texture was comforting.
And now it was official: I loved REI more than I loved the people behind Snapple lemonade.
Love has no demand of us but to keep practicing, to do the next hard thing. Love says, Come dear. Take the next step.
I was promising myself strength.I had to write it, say it, make the effort and fake it before I actually believed I could do it.
I no longer needed to peel myself of my skin, or to hide. To Dash the colorless ephemeral things that existed just beneath my surface were as vivid as the beauty marks he traced on my cheek.
Have you ever gotten to a point where you looked at your own life, thought "Fu** this, " and reached for the economy-sized Valium? Ah, suicide. So dark and seductive.
I believe in beauty. I believe in goodness. I believe in the power of turning: the other cheek, time, curve of the earth.
God has given us all our unique story. It's not one that flows easily or pretty, but the story is ours! Find it and treasure it...
I think this is the essence of life: to be willing circle back, to fall in deeper, to relearn what I thought I already knew.
Acts of love, for me, are leaps of bravery.
Lesson learned: If a guy tells you you’re his second choice, don’t make him your first.
I'd crossed a border—Speaking openly, exposing the weak girl I'd been, I was no longer her.
You know you're having a bad week when you call 911, the paramedics come to your house, and one of them notices you've rearranged your furniture.
...when I decided to be fully honest about whatever my heart undergoes, I found immense peace among the chaos of uncertainties. In my honesty and by acknowledging our big, big God, I found peace.
Being broken isn't the worst thing. We can be mended and put together again. We don’t have to be ashamed of our past. We can embrace the history that gives us value, and see our cracks as beautiful.
