Walking. I am listening to a deeper way. Suddenly all my ancestors are behind me. Be still, they say. Watch and listen. You are the result of the love of thousands.

— Linda Hogan

The most tremendous Linda Hogan quotes that are simple and will have a huge impact on you

Some people see scars, and it is wounding they remember.

To me they are proof of the fact that there is healing.


There is a way that nature speaks, that land speaks.

Most of the time we are simply not patient enough, quiet enough, to pay attention to the story.


It is a paradox in the contemporary world that in our desire for peace we must willingly give ourselves to struggle.


Poetry has its own laws speaking for the life of the planet.

It is a language that wants to bring back together what the other words have torn apart.


The crocodile doesn't harm the bird that cleans his teeth for him.

He eats the others but not that one.


Sometimes there is a wellspring or river of something beautiful and possible in the tenderest sense that comes to and from the most broken of children, and I was one of these, and whatever is was, I can't name, I can only thank. Perhaps it is the water of life that saves us, after all.


Between earth and earth's atmosphere, the amount of water remains constant;

there is never a drop more, never a drop less. This is a story of circular infinity, of a planet birthing itself.


A spoken story is larger than one unheard, unsaid.

In nearly all creation accounts, words or songs are how the world was created, the animals sung into existence.


There is a geography of the human spirit, common to all peoples.


Death is dancing me ragged.


There is a place where the human enters dream and myth, and becomes a part of it, or maybe it is the other way around when the story grows from the body and spirit of humankind. In any case, we are a story, each of us, a bundle of stories, some as false as phantom islands but believed in nevertheless. Some might be true.


There is a language beyond human language, an elemental language, one that arises from the land itself.


About Linda Hogan

Quotes 26 sayings
Profession Poet
Birthday July 16, 1947

tears have a purpose. they are what we carry of the ocean, and perhaps we must become the sea, give ourselves to it, if we are to be transformed.


I resented my mother for guessing my innermost secrets.

She was like God, everywhere at once knowing everything.


It has seemed so strange to me that the larger culture, with its own absence of spirit and lack of attachment for the land, respects these very things about Indian traditions, without adopting those respected ways themselves.


A woman once described a friend of hers as being such a keen listener that even the trees leaned toward her, as if they were speaking their innermost secrets into her listening ears. Over the years I’ve envisioned that woman’s silence, a hearing full and open enough that the world told her its stories. The green leaves turned toward her, whispering tales of soft breezes and the murmurs of leaf against leaf.


We make art out of our loss.


Once a century, all of a certain kind of bamboo flower on the same day.

Whether they are in Malaysia or in a greenhouse in Minnesota makes no difference, nor does the age or size of the plant. They flower. Some current of an inner language passes between them, through space and separation, in ways we cannot explain in our language. They are all, somehow, one plant, each with a share of communal knowledge.


Telling about our lives is important for those who come after as, for those who will see our experience as part of their own historical struggle.


There is a still place, a gap between the worlds, spoken by the tribal knowings of thousands of years. In it are silent flyings that stand aside from human struggles and the designs of our own makings. At times, when we are silent enough, still enough, we take a step into such mystery, the place of spirit, and mystery, we must remember, by its very nature does not wish to be known.


Mystery is part of each life, and maybe it is healthier to uphold it than to spend a lifetime in search of half-made answers.


Poetry is a string of words that parades without a permit.


Let's kneel down through all the worlds of the body like lovers.

I know I am a tree and full of life and I know you, you are the flying one and will leave. But can't we swallow the sweetness and can't you sing in my arms and sleep in the human light of the sun and moon I have been drinking alone.


We are full of bread and gas, getting fat on the outside while inside we grow thin


There are ways in, journeys to the center of life, through time;

through air, matter, dream and thought. The ways are not always mapped or charted, but sometimes being lost, if there is such a thing, is the sweetest place to be. And always, in this search, a person might find that she is already there, at the center of the world. It may be a broken world, but it is glorious nonetheless.