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Veils of love which was only hate petrified by longing – that was me.
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To sew is to pray. Men don't understand this. They see the whole but they don't see the stitches. They don't see the speech of the creator in the work of the needle. We mend. We women turn things inside out and set things right. We salvage what we can of human garments and piece the rest into blankets. Sometimes our stitches stutter and slow. Only a woman's eyes can tell. Other times, the tension in the stitches might be too tight because of tears, but only we know what emotion went into the making. Only women can hear the prayer.
Louise Erdrich
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The Internet, which seems now so embedded and personal and crucial to our lives, isn't at all - we really shouldn't think of it that way.
Louise Erdrich -
I have never fully exorcised shames that struck me to the heart as a child except through written violence, shadowy caricature, and dark jokes.
Louise Erdrich -
History works itself out in the living.
Louise Erdrich -
Time is the water in which we live, and we breathe it like fish. ... Time pours into us and then pours out again. In between the two pourings we live our destiny.
Louise Erdrich -
So what is wild? What is wilderness? What are dreams but an internal wilderness and what is desire but a wildness of the soul?
Louise Erdrich -
Numbers, time, inches, feet. All are just ploys for cutting nature down to size.
Louise Erdrich
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This so gnawed at him on some nights that he lay awake wondering just how many unknown and similarly inconsequential accidents and bits of happenstance were at this moment occurring or failing to occur in order to ensure he took his next breath, and the next.
Louise Erdrich -
The greatest wisdom doesn't know itself. The richest plan is not to have one.
Louise Erdrich