If only I had discipline, but alas, it is only an obsessive-compulsive trait and the beauty of habit that causes me to return again and again to my work. Louise Erdrich More Quotes by Louise Erdrich More Quotes From Louise Erdrich There will never come a time when I will be able to resist my emotions. Louise Erdrich able emotion 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 splendor tasks perfection Her mind was present because she was always gone. Her hands were filled because they grasped the meaning of empty. Life was simple. Her husband returned and she served him with indifferent patience this time. When he asked what had happened to her heat for him, she gestured to the west. The sun was setting. The sky was a body of fire. Louise Erdrich husband simple fire By writing I can live in ways that I could not survive. Louise Erdrich i-can writing way Columbus only discovered that he was in some new place. He didn't discover America. Louise Erdrich columbus new-places america You see I thought love got easier over the years so it didn't hurt so bad when it hurt, or feel so good when it felt good. I thought it smoothed out and old people hardly noticed it. I thought it curled up and died, I guess. Now I saw it rear up like a whip and lash. Louise Erdrich hurt people years The greatest wisdom doesn't know itself. The richest plan is not to have one. Louise Erdrich greatest-wisdom plans knows It was just enough to sit there without words. Louise Erdrich bridal-shower wedding-speech reading We are conjured voiceless out of nothing and must return to an unknowing state. What happens in between is an uncontrolled dance, and what we ask for in love is no more than a momentary chance to get the steps right, to move in harmony until the music stops. Louise Erdrich return love-is moving 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 healthy brain love-is Women don't realize how much store men set on the regularity of their habits. We absorb their comings and goings into our bodies, their rhythms into our bones. Louise Erdrich realizing body men When every inch of the world is known, sleep may be the only wilderness that we have left. Louise Erdrich sleep may world Can you stop your mother from singing to you? Who would do such a thing? Louise Erdrich singing mother How come we've got these bodies? They are frail supports for what we feel. There are times I get so hemmed in by my arms and legs I look forward to getting past them. As though death will set me free like a traveling cloud... I'll be out there as a piece of the endless body of the world feeling pleasures so much larger than skin and bones and blood. Louise Erdrich clouds blood past Your life feels different on you, once you greet death and understand your heart's position. Louise Erdrich different heart death Love won't be tampered with, love won't go away. Push it to one side and it creeps to the other. Throw it in the garbage and it springs up clean. Try to root it out and it only flourishes. Love is a weed, a dandelion that you poison from your heart. The taproots wait. The seeds blow off, ticklish, into a part of the yard you didn't spray. And one day, though you worked, though you prodded out each spiky leaf, you lift your eyes and dozens of fat golden faces bob in the grass. Louise Erdrich weed spring love ...Grandpa's mind had left us, gone wild and wary. When I walked with him I could feel how strange it was. His thoughts swam between us, hidden under rocks, disappearing in weeds, and I was fishing for them, dangling my own words like baits and lures. Louise Erdrich rocks weed fishing Women are strong, strong, terribly strong. We don't know how strong until we are pushing out our babies. We are too often treated like babies having babies when we should be in training, like acolytes, novices to high priestesshood, like serious applicants for the space program. Louise Erdrich space strong baby We started dying before the snow, and like the snow, we continued to fall. Louise Erdrich dying snow fall I did not choose solitude. Who would? It came on me like a kind of vocation, demanding an effort that married women can't picture. Louise Erdrich married effort solitude
