#memo

When you want something, all the Universe conspires to helping you achieve it." -- The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho Just ask.. ↗

— Victoria Aldridge Washuk

#historical-non-fiction #london-bombing #memoir #world-war- #historical-fiction

But the memories that hang heaviest are the easiest to recall. They hold in their creases the ability to change one's life, organically, forever. Even when you shake them out, they've left permanent wrinkles in the fabric of your soul. ↗

— Julie Gregory

#pain #painful-childhood #painful-memories #change

Doubt is a lot like faith; A mustard's seed worth changes everything. ↗

— Donna Johnson

#humorous #literary-memoir #religion-meaning #change

I had been riding horses before my memory kicked in, so my life with horses had no beginning. It simply appeared from the fog of infancy. I survived a difficult childhood by traveling on the backs of horses, and in adulthood the pattern didn't change. ↗

— Monty Roberts

#beginning #childhood #horses #infancy #memory

Love was like notches on a speaker that could be cranked up and down, the decibels of desire, the frequencies of feeling. Sometimes she thought that she might have cranked it all the way up and broken the dial before the music had even started. ↗

— Alice Pung

#memoir #love

With a nearly desperate sense of isolation and a growing suspicion that I lived in an alien land, I took to the road in search of places where change did not mean ruin and where time and men and deeds connected. ↗

— William Least Heat-Moon

#travel #change

Forgetting! It is a form of suicide, a renunciation of the only good the we truly and ineluctably possess: the past. For if joys alone were forgotten, perhaps oblivion would be justly desired. But we are proud and jealous of our sorrows, we love them, we want to remember them. It is they that comprise the crown of life. ↗

— Igino Ugo Tarchetti

#fosca #memory #sorrow #trans-lawrence-venuti #life

What is it like to wear another person’s skin?” “I don’t have a good answer for that,” I said. “It hurts.” “Can you remember their stories? Can you feel the love that they felt? ↗

— Andrew Davidson

#memory #pain #skin #love

لا يمكن للحب أن يكون مبكرًا أبدًا ↗

— Isabel Allende

#memoir #love

As an adult, getting paid thousands of dollars a week to say, “Aye, Sir. Course laid in” is a seriously sweet gig, but when I was a teenager, it sucked. ↗

— Wil Wheaton

#humor #memoir #star-trek #life