Louise Erdrich
Louise Erdrich
Louise Erdrich is an Ojibwe writer of novels, poetry, and children's books featuring Native American characters and settings. She is an enrolled member of the Turtle Mountain Band of Chippewa Indians, a band of the Anishinaabe...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionChildren's Author
Date of Birth7 June 1954
CountryUnited States of America
love mind singing
Love. The black hook. The spear singing through the mind.
love confused thinking
I think she is confused by the way I want her, which is like nobody else. I know this deep down. I want her in a new way, a way she's never been told about.
lovely harm
Be lovely and do no harm.
lasts old-love kind
Old love, middle love, the kind of love that knows itself and knows that nothing lasts, is a desperate shared wildness.
moving love-is voiceless
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.
love-is healthy brain
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.
strength love-you heart
You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart.
love going-away sides
Love won't be tampered with, love won't go away. Push it to one side and it creeps to the other.
love life strength
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.
words
It was enough just to sit there without words.
cuisine evolving people talking whatever whose
You're talking about evolving a cuisine from a people whose cuisine has been whatever we could get for a long time.
thinking earth who-we-are
I think one of the reasons to be here on earth is to finally be who we are, at all times - to know and be predictable to ourselves.
boys childhood way
I had a very free childhood and ranged around on my bicycle the way boys do. I had few restrictions.
sometimes monstrosity persons
Sometimes a person's monstrosity seems superhuman.