#memoir

I know now that we never get over great losses; we absorb them, and they carve us into different, often kinder, creatures. ...We tell the story to get them back, to capture the traces of footfalls through the snow. ↗

— Gail Caldwell

#grief #memoir #friendship

Now, through an act as simple as walking across a stage and collecting an empty plastic folder representing a degree, our stock had plummeted to nothing, the wretched leavings of some cosmic Ponzi scheme. A lifetime's worth of planning and training and delusion gone with the wind. Some of us were moving home to live free of charge in our parents' guest rooms, or if we were thin enough, heading west to try our luck in L.A.; others, to our collective horror, were being forced to work at actual jobs. ↗

— Rachel Shukert

#home

As the lights fade to a distant glow, I look back toward the city and imagine, somewhere in all of those lives, a little girl who is a lot like me. Maybe she rides in a car thinking about someone living far away from these lights and people. Even though our lives are separated by so much I wonder if she imagines the world through eyes like mine. ↗

— Noriko Nakada

#imagination

Your past doesn't dictate what your future will be. ↗

— Jillian Bullock

#inspirational #memoir #inspirational

So this needs to be said, and so I will try to say it ↗

— Jason Najum

#culture-critique #inspirational #memoir #philosophy #pop-culture

Into every sunny life a little rain must fall. ↗

— Elizabeth Wurtzel

#life

There's nothing gay about living life straight ↗

— Paul B. Tripp

#gay-and-lesbian #memoir #military #reparative-therapy #life

But you have to remember...that you can't run from unhappiness. You just take it with you. ↗

— Karen Wheeler

#life

The interior life expands and fills; it approaches the edge of skin; it thickens with its own vivid story; it even begins to hear rumors, from beyond the horizon skin’s rim, of nations and wars. You wake one day and discover your grandmother; you wake another day and notice, like any curious naturalist, the boys. ↗

— Annie Dillard

#boys #connection #memoir #sexuality #life

If you aren't the woman I think you are, then this isn't the world I thought it was. ↗

— Arthur Golden

#love #memoirs #woman #love