Memoir Writing Quotes

“I was so angry with him, but part of me felt exhilarated by his sheer cockiness. Even under the influence of God knows how many rounds of drinks at Dave’s, Wild Bill still had enough charisma to charm away any negative thoughts.

He never taught me to ride a bike, bandaged a skinned knee, or comforted me over bullies teasing me for wearing Salvation Army clothes. But Wild Bill was my dad. And that was enough.
We both erupted into laughter as I wrapped my arms around him, breathing in the distinctive scent belonging only to Dad.”
― Samantha Hart, Blind Pony: As True A Story As I Can Tell

“We were both chilled from the rain and as hungry as wolves. Over a fine meal of oysters, cappeletti alla cortigiana and orecchiette with tomatoes, anchovies and eggplant served with a crisp dry chablis, we discussed our plans, if not for immortality, at least for defying the eroding qualities of time.”
― Harry F. MacDonald, Casanova and the Devil's Doorbell

“I’m only “in-country” for minutes when the rocket attack that kept the plane from landing resumes with a vengeance.”
― Michael Zboray, Teenagers War: Vietnam 1969

“Truth is the lie you once told returning to haunt you”
― Dermot Healy, The Bend for Home

“Despite the incessant horrors constantly infecting our lives with lethal toxic trauma, there are always at work within our world forces of a more healing kind.”
― Aberjhani, Songbirds and Roses (Kindle eBook edition): The Unusual Life Story of an Unusual Poem

“A writer’s voice emanates from their interest and compulsions that absorbs them completely. Only by fully committing himself or herself to a pet subject or issue can the writer develop a thematic tone that speaks to other people with authority and serenity. The quality of their literary voice is the crucial part of the writer’s legitimacy, and their authenticity cannot come from mimicking other writers’ style, but must evolve naturally from their inner sanctity and must flow effusively from an inner necessity.”
― Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls

“the difficulty of accommodating an erratic family member while protecting young children, which is how my mother would have viewed it – on the real possibilty that Mama brought us to our grandparents’ home only if she knew Bill wouldn’t be there. ” (117)”
― Teresa Tumminello Brader, Letting in Air and Light

“In a great memoir, some aspect of the writer’s struggle for self often serves as the book’s organizing principle, and the narrator’s battle to become whole rages over the book’s trajectory.”
― Mary Karr, The Art of Memoir

“It became clear that I would have to mend myself and if I couldn't then I would at least learn how to pretend.”
― Diana Kouprina, Borderline: A Poetic Memoir

“What did it mean, he thought I never needed to be on bed rest? Why was he so flippant about it? I wasn’t a statistic. You don’t stop another human being’s life for months and then say you didn’t have to go through that, but no biggie, right?”
― Aileen Weintraub, Knocked Down: A High-Risk Memoir

“Looking for goshawks is like looking for grace: it comes, but not often, and you don't get to say when or how.”
― Helen Macdonald, H is for Hawk

“The clarity that comes without desperation, is
the clarity that carries authority”
― Daniel Ehiagwina, Where Are You?: God's Call and Clarity In The Mist Of Life's Struggles

“Writing a memoir is akin to taking off one's clothes in public, and as I learned years ago in the amateur strip contest as Darren and the go-go boys cheered me on, success at such an endeavor can only happen when you've got a lot of people pulling for you.”
― Christian Cooper, Better Living Through Birding: Notes from a Black Man in the Natural World

“Los recuerdos con trama son, por supuesto, los que cometen el pecado original de la autobiografía, lo que le da la vitalidad, si no la razón de ser.”
― Janet Malcolm, Still Pictures: On Photography and Memory

“La autobiografía es un género de nombre errado; la memoria recita solo algunas de sus líneas.”
― Janet Malcolm, Fotografías fijas: Memoria en imágenes

“If you do this to me, I will write about it.”
― Sue William Silverman, Acetylene Torch Songs: Writing True Stories to Ignite the Soul

“I was in the prime of my time as the maiden, the magic of the middle – not yet the mother and far from the crone. My supple, small breasts were not yet deflated from years of nursing sweet babies. My strong, smooth stomach hadn’t expanded in the mysterious, magical way it would, to grow another human. My skin was yet to be speckled in white spots, ravaged by too many summers. As the years passed, my looks would fade, the lines around my eyes would grow deeper, and I would become a different kind of beautiful.”
― Dana Da Silva, The Shift: A Memoir

“Word choice does matter when you convey your message to a particular reader. The average reader will most likely read your written text if it is clear, meaningful and establishes a purpose.”
― Saaif Alam

“Per questo, si scrive. Si sono moltiplicate le memorie di chi vuole raccontare la vecchiaia propria o dei propri familiari, la morte di una persona cara, o quella a cui egli stesso è prossimo. Si scrive perché si pensa. Si pensa perché si vive.”
― Gabriella Caramore, L'età grande. Riflessioni sulla vecchiaia

“RECORDING THE PAST WITH A DULL PENCIL IS POINTLESS”
― Lynn Byk, The Fearless Moral Inventory of Elsie Finch

“FORGIVENESS is giving yourself permission to be the divine and loving soul that you are. It is the only GIFT that FREES you from your past.”
― Janice Romney

“My soul has learned to harden and soften in equal measure- a flicker of light above the staircase I climb, barefoot still.”
― Diana Kouprina, Borderline: A Poetic Memoir

“I know she was there the night I died- her and Babushka Polina.”
― Diana Kouprina, Borderline: A Poetic Memoir

“I certainly couldn't admit that I swallowed laxatives like candy, just to feel something move inside me, feeling control slip through my fingers with every dose.”
― Diana Kouprina, Borderline: A Poetic Memoir

“I wrote this book to share my truth and to remind others that they are not alone.”
― D.B

“I collected stories and stored them in my memory like prayer beads that I grasped onto and revisited, smoothing out the edges over the years until the stories were formed into a prayer necklace, a continuous loop with no beginning or end, until the day I wrote them down.”
― Amra Pajalic, Things Nobody Knows But Me

“This was a desert, after all. There were no wealthy farmers with herds of fat cattle. Just skinny cows, herded by skinny boys, with their skinny dogs.”
― Ben Forbes, Okavango Delta Blues

“From my book,
CARE FOR THE CARER,
AN ALZHEIMER'S MEMOIR

"Is there a cure?" Jane asked repeatedly.
This simple sentence had several possible meanings:

Jeff, I'm slipping, hold.
Jeff, I'm sinking, save me.
Jeff, I'm scared, protect me.

I wanted to hug her or even to pick her up and rock her in my arms....to tell her, "I'm here with you always," to admit myself, "I'm scared too.”
― Jeff Camhi

“Every story I've written started as something I was afraid to say out loud.”
― Constantina Constantinou, Letters to the Girl I Used to Be: What I learned when I stopped apologising for my truth

“I wrote from real life, and when Northerners advised me it was fiction, I conceded that maybe it was. What did I know—an immigrant, writing in her second tongue? Maybe my life was a fiction.”
― Ingrid Rojas Contreras, The Man Who Could Move Clouds