What happens when you let an unsatisfactory present go on long enough? It becomes your entire history.— Louise Erdrich
The most satisfaction Louise Erdrich quotes that will activate your desire to change
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.
Things which do not grow and change are dead things.
You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart.
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.
Cold sinks in, there to stay. And people, they'll leave you, sure. There's no return to what was and no way back. There's just emptiness all around, and you in it, like singing up from the bottom of a well, like nothing else, until you harm yourself, until you are a mad dog biting yourself for sympathy. Because there is no relenting.
Love won't be tampered with, love won't go away. Push it to one side and it creeps to the other.
So what is wild? What is wilderness? What are dreams but an internal wilderness and what is desire but a wildness of the soul?
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. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.
Ravens are the birds I'll miss most when I die.
If only the darkness into which we must look were composed of the black light of their limber intelligence. If only we did not have to die at all. Instead, become ravens.
Columbus only discovered that he was in some new place. He didn't discover America.
It's impossible to write about Native life without humor-that's how people maintain sanity.
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.
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.
Women are strong, strong, terribly strong.
We don't know how strong until we're pushing out our babies.
I was in love with the whole world and all that lived in its rainy arms.
I feel myself becoming less a person than a place, inhabited, a foreign land.
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.
I got well by talking. Death could not get a word in edgewise, grew discouraged, and traveled on.
It kills your writing if you try to manipulate it with crude politics.
The greatest wisdom doesn't know itself. The richest plan is not to have one.
There are ways of being abandoned even when your parents are right there.
Love. The black hook. The spear singing through the mind.
It was just enough to sit there without words.
They were so strong in their beliefs that there came a time when it hardly mattered what exactly those beliefs were; they all fused into a single stubbornness.
To think about love and passion and political correctness all together, it doesn't work. Art has to go way past the political to be effective.
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.
All of our actions have in their doing the seed of their undoing.
... That in her creation of her children there should be the unspeakable promise of their death, for by their birth she had created mortal beings.
You never know where you're going to find the same thoughts in another brain, but when it happens you know it right off, just like you were connected by a small electrical wire that suddenly glows red hot and sparks.
People forget the good, because the bad has more punch.
Time was rushing around me like water around a big wet rock.
The only difference is, I was not so durable as stones. Very quickly I would be smoothed away.
...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.
To be of mixed blood is a great gift for a writer.
I have one foot on tribal lands and one foot in middle-class life.
I can't imagine a home without an overflow of books.
The point of books is to have way too many but to always feel you never have enough, or the right one at the right moment, but then sometimes to find you'd longed to fall asleep reading the Aspern Papers, and there it is.
I tried out the unfamiliar syllables. They fit. They cracked in my ears like a fist through ice.
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.
my mind ran over scenes of Shesheeb seducing Margaret until I was a wagon dragged by the runaway horses of my jealousy.
Death is the least civilized rite of passage.
All through my life I never did believe in human measurement.
Numbers, time, inches, feet. All are just ploys for cutting nature down to size. I know the grand scheme of the world is beyond our brains to fathom, so I don't try, just let it in.
Each life is one short word slowly uttered.
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.
I have always kept notebooks and I go back to them over and over. They are my compost pile of ideas.
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.
Old love, middle love, the kind of love that knows itself and knows that nothing lasts, is a desperate shared wildness.
Your life feels different on you, once you greet death and understand your heart's position. You wear your life like a garment from the mission bundle sale ever after - lightly because you realize you never paid nothing for it, cherishing because you know you won't ever come by such a bargain again.
He despised his body for its boring hungers, reflex anger;
its petty, obliterating rage. But now he'd become detached. He regarded his body with a tender regret. It was the thing his spirit had to haul.
I spend most of my time writing.
To love another another human in all of her splendor and imperfect perfection , it is a magnificent task...tremendous and foolish and human.
Being a girl didn't really affect me until I entered junior high and had to wear skirts, curl my hair, and even get used to panty hose. However, my hatred of panty hose helped make me a writer who only wears comfortable clothes. I've successfully avoided panty hose for most of my life.
Add there was that moment when my mother and father walked in the door disguised as old people. I thought the miles in the car had bent them, dulled their eyes, even grayed and whitened their hair and caused their hands and voices to tremble. At the same time, I found, as I rose form the chair, I'd gotten old along with them.