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Louise Erdrich Quotes

Louise Erdrich quotes

American Writer June 7, 1954

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Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. Louise Erdrich
Louise Erdrich quote: "What is this life but the sound of an appalling love."
What is this life but the sound of an appalling love. Louise Erdrich
Power dies, power goes under and gutters out, ungraspable. It is momentary, quick of flight and liable to deceive. As soon as you rely on the possession it is gone. Forget that it ever existed, and it returns. I never made the mistake of thinking that I owned my own strength, that was my secret. And so I never was alone in my failures. I was never to blame entirely when all was lost, when my desperate cures had no effect on the suffering of those I loved. For who can blame a man waiting, the... Louise Erdrich
But then as time passed, I learned the lesson that parents do early on. You fail sometimes. No matter how much you love your children, there are times you slip. There are moments you can't give, stutter, lose your temper, or simply lose face with the world, and you can't explain this to a child. Louise Erdrich
We have these earthly bodies. We don't know what they want. Half the time, we pretend they are under our mental thumb, but that is the illusion of the healthy and the protected. Of sedate lovers. For the body has emotions it conceives and carries through without concern for anyone or anything else. Love is one of those, I guess. Going back to something very old knit into the brain as we were growing. Hopeless. Scorching. Ordinary. Louise Erdrich
Louise Erdrich quote: "Old love, middle love, the kind of love that knows itself and..."
Old love, middle love, the kind of love that knows itself and knows that nothing lasts, is a desperate shared wildness. Louise Erdrich
some people meet the way the sky meets the earth, inevitably, and there is no stopping or holding back their love. It exists in a finished world, beyond the reach of common sense. Louise Erdrich
Here I am, where I ought to be. A writer must have a place where he or she feels this, a place to love and be irritated with. Louise Erdrich
To love another another human in all of her splendor and imperfect perfection , it is a magnificent task...tremendous and foolish and human. Louise Erdrich
Louise Erdrich quote: "Love won't be tampered with, love won't go away. Push it to..."
Love won't be tampered with, love won't go away. Push it to one side and it creeps to the other. Louise Erdrich
Louise Erdrich quote: "I was in love with the whole world and all that lived in its..."
I was in love with the whole world and all that lived in its rainy arms. Louise Erdrich
Louise Erdrich quote: "Veils of love which was only hate petrified by longing--that..."
Veils of love which was only hate petrified by longing--that was me. Louise Erdrich
The music was more than music- at least what we are used to hearing. The music was feeling itself. The sound connected instantly with something deep and joyous. Those powerful moments of true knowledge that we have to paper over with daily life. The music tapped the back of our terrors, too. Things we'd lived through and didn't want to ever repeat. Shredded imaginings, unadmitted longings, fear and also surprisingly pleasures. No, we can't live at that pitch. But every so often... Louise Erdrich
If, as I suspect, my body survives by uttering itself over and over again, then I have some questions. If [I] am one word, so are my daughters, so are all of us in strings and loops. Each life is one short word slowly uttered. Louise Erdrich
She had always been a reader… but now she was obsessed. Since her discovery of the book hoard downstairs from her job, she’d been caught up in one such collection of people and their doings after the next…The pleasure of this sort of life – bookish, she supposed it might be called, a reading life – had made her isolation into a rich and even subversive thing. She inhabited one consoling or horrifying persona after another…That she was childless and husbandless and poor meant less once she... Louise Erdrich

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