#memoir

At that moment, beauty itself struck me as a kind of painful melancholy. ↗

— Arthur Golden

#beauty #melancholy #memoirs-of-a-geisha #beauty

Perhaps it seems odd that a casual meeting on the street could have brought about such change. But sometimes life is like that isn't it ↗

— Arthur Golden

#geisha #memoirs #change

I'd rather be single, happy, and lonely sometimes than married, lonely, and happy sometimes. ↗

— Mark Fiore

#friendship #humor #life-purpose #love #marriage

There is a place for what my heart tells me about you, and there is no shame or guilt in it. God Himself is free to look in my heart right this instant and I know He would not shame or admonish me about what He would see there because the pure, ego-less truth of how I hold you in my heart deserves to be kept alive. ↗

— Mark Fiore

#love #marriage #memoir #spirituality #friendship

Where are you from? New York?" "Weird you picked up on that," she said, "I've been gone from there for so long." Like a couple of decades could dilute that accent. ↗

— Cathie Beck

#friendship #humor #memoir #friendship

I learned in therapy the word "No" is a complete sentence. ↗

— Jaycee Dugard

#life

It was what we Japanese called the onion life, peeling away a layer at a time and crying all the while. ↗

— Arthur Golden

#memoirs #life

Stories nurture our connection to place and to each other. They show us where we have been and where we can go. They remind us of how to be human, how to live alongside the other lives that animate this planet. ... When we lose stories, our understanding of the world is less rich, less true. ↗

— Susan J. Tweit

#nature #stories #life

...I really did "choose" to be Jim every single day, but that once I put my sword down I haven't chosen Jenny at all; I simply wake up and here I am. ↗

— Jennifer Finney Boylan

#memoir #trans #life

It's nonverbal: I need love. I need the thing that happens when your brain shuts off and your heart turns on. And I know it's around me somewhere, but I just can't feel it. ↗

— Elizabeth Wurtzel

#memoir #love