#memo

The first person who is on your mind the moment you open your eyes after a long sleep is the reason either of your happiness or pain. ↗

— Reader's Digest Association

#memories #people #life

I get absolutely shitfaced. I am shitfaced and hyper and ten years old. I am having the time of my life. ↗

— Marya Hornbacher

#bipolar-disorder #memoir #mental-illness #life

Some days some times are remembered by me, in life’s all moments they are cherished by me ↗

— Amit Abraham

#days #moments #remembered #time #life

When you can see your life in retrospect, the romanticism of how good things once were gives way to the reality that positives and negatives comprise every day and every decade. (235) ↗

— Victoria Moran

#memory #past #life

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. ↗

— Rebecca O'Donnell

#addiction #hope #memoir #suicide #life

There comes a moment in life when one must acknowledge that you just can't keep looking back into your past for reasons to keep someone in your present and future. Regardless of how much looking that cruel reality in the eye hurts...memories can't be enough. ↗

— Eiry Nieves

#love #memories #past #present-moment #relationships

It's summer and time for wandering... ↗

— Kellie Elmore

#memories #southern #summer #youth #life

It has always been on the written page that the world has come into focus for me. If I can piece all these bits of memory together with the diaries and letters and the scribbled thoughts that clutter my mind and bookshelves, then maybe I can explain what happened. Maybe the worlds I have inhabited for the past seven years will assume order and logic and wholeness on paper. Maybe I can tell my story in a way that is useful to someone else. ↗

— Nancy Horan

#life-story #memoir #writing #life

By the time we began to understand enough about what the world to ask the right questions, our visit is over, and someone else is visiting, asking the same questions. ↗

— D.K. LeVick

#childhood-memories #growing-up #life #philosophy #understanding

I step back further, until I feel cold tiles against my back. It is then I get the glimmer that I associate with memory. As my mind tries to settle on it, it flutters away, like ashes caught in a breeze, and I realize that in my life there is a then, a before, though before what I cannot say, and there is a now, and there is nothing between the two but a long, silent emptiness that has led me here, to me and him, in this house. ↗

— S.J. Watson

#emptiness #memory #mind #life