Clarissa Pinkola Estes
Clarissa Pinkola Estes
Clarissa Pinkola Estésis an American poet, Jungian pscyhoanalyst, post-trauma recovery specialist, author and spoken word artist...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth27 January 1945
CountryUnited States of America
hurt heart long
Our own sorrows seem heavy enough, even when lifted by certain long-term joys. But watching others hurt is the breaker of most any heart.
two oneness long-ago
Long ago the word alone was treated as two words, all one. To be all one meant to be wholly one, to be in oneness, either essentially or temporarily. That is precisely the goal of solitude, to be all one.
believe long feminine
As long as a woman is forced into believing she is powerless and/or is trained to not consciously register what she knows to be true, the feminine impulses and gifts of her psyche continue to be killed off.
night hair long
We are all filled with a longing for the wild. There are few culturally sanctioned antidotes for this yearning. We were taught to feel shame for such a desire. We grew our hair long and used it to hide our feelings. But the shadow of Wild Woman still lurks behind us during our days and in our nights. No matter where we are, the shadow that trots behind us is definitely four-footed.
lying long waiting
All that you are seeking is also seeking you. If you lie still, sit still, it will find you. It has been waiting for you a long time.
family invention latina means proud simply women
No Latina woman would be called 'Ms.' - that's an invention of middle-class Anglo women. Latina women are proud to be called 'Mrs.' That simply means that we have a family.
medicine stories
Stories are medicine.
teacher greater
Failure is a greater teacher than success
running circles air
Wolves never look more funny than when they have lost the scent and scrabble to find it again: they hop in the air; they run in circles, they plow up the ground with their noses . . . .
forgiveness forgiving god-forgives
God forgives us. ... Who am I not to forgive?
soul wish culture
Though her soul requires seeing, the culture around her requires sightlessness. Though her soul wishes to speak its truth, she is pressured to be silent.
cutting hands touching
The body is like the earth ... as vulnerable to overbuilding, being carved into parcels, cut off, overmined, and shorn of its power as any landscape.
art illusion eternity
Without art we live under the illusion that there is only time, and not eternity.
inspiration rivers rocks
Tears are a river that takes you somewhere…Tears lift your boat off the rocks, off dry ground, carrying it downriver to someplace better.