Lisa Brennan-Jobs Quotes

Marya pinned out her childhood like a butterfly. She considered it the way a mathematician considers an equation.

When I go back and read my journals or fiction, I am always surprised. I may not remember having those thoughts, but they still exist and I know they are mine, and it's all part of making sense of who I am.

Maybe one day I can have a reunion with myself.

I always write to understand my place in the world. I can see myself and my life unfold on the page, and I can understand my strengths, my weaknesses - I can see where I need to step up a bit.

The more I talk about things, the more I understand myself.

Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves.

It has been an ache and a joy both to look over this big shoulder of mine at all my yesterdays.

That song didn't just happen. It grew out of my experiences. 'American Pie' was part of my process of self-awakening: a mystical trip into my past.

To return to the books of my childhood is to yield to the strain of nostalgia that is curious about the self I once was.

We have to have a very clear understanding of ourselves.

Sitting on the floor, I'd replay the past in my head. Funny, that's all I did, day after day after day for half a year, and I never tired of it. What I'd been through seemed so vast, with so many facets. Vast, but real, very real, which was why the experience persisted in towering before me, like a monument lit up at night. And the thing was, it was a monument to me.

We all have appointments with the past.

The more you understand yourself, the more you will understand the world.

It is long ere we discover how rich we are. Our history, we are sure, is quite tame: we have nothing to write, nothing to infer. But our wiser years still run back to the despised recollections of childhood. . . .

I look at the past and I see myself.

You're always thinking, "What does that add up to?" You can't really get a handle on it. I was curious. I felt like it would be an interesting challenge for me to write down what I'd seen and done and learned - all the convolutions captured in one item that I could look at and get some grip on what the hell happened.

The past is one evil less and one memory more.

I like to go back and read poems that I wrote fifty years ago, twenty years ago, and sometimes they surprise me - I didn't know I knew that then. Or maybe I didn't know it then, and I know more now.

There is a stage you reach, Deagle thinks, a time somewhere in early middle age, when your past ceases to be about yourself. Your connection to your former life is like a dream or delirium, and that person who you once were is merely a fond acquaintance, or a beloved character from a storybook. This is how memory becomes nostalgia. They are two very different things - the same way that a person is different from a photograph of a person.

I will never, ever regret the things I've done. Because most days, all you have are places in your memory that you can go to.

To understand yourself is the beginning of wisdom.

I didn't truly understand the depth of my roots until I was old enough to wonder and care.

Realize, how many classics I gave you/Perhaps if you think back you'll realize that I made you

The cloak of the past is cut from patches of feeling ,and sewn with rebus threads.Most of the time , the best we can do is wrap it around ourselves for comfort or drag it behind us as we struggle to go on .

Sometimes thinking back on things is a mistake arising out of pride, but I guess you live inside a moment for years, move with it and feel it grow, and it sends out roots until it touches everything in sight.