Louise Glück famous quotes

We look at the world once, in childhood. The rest is memory.
-- Louise Glück

#Memories #Childhood #Looks

I had nothing and I was still changed.  Like a costume, my numbness was taken away.  Then hunger was added.
-- Louise Glück

#Taken #Numbness #Costumes

So you couldn't protect yourself? The absolute erodes; the boundary, the wall around the self erodes. If I was waiting I had been invaded by time. But do you think you're free? I think I recognize the patterns of my nature. Bud do you think you're free? I had nothing and I was still changed. Like a costume, my numbness was taken away. Then hunger was added.
-- Louise Glück

#Wall #Taken #Thinking

From the beginning of time, in childhood, I thought that pain meant I was not loved. It meant I loved.
-- Louise Glück

#Pain #Childhood

Without thinking, I knelt in the grass, like someone meaning to pray. When I tried to stand again, I couldn't move, my legs were utterly rigid. Does grief change you like that? Through the birches, I could see the pond. The sun was cutting small white holes in the water. I got up finally; I walked down to the pond. I stood there, brushing the grass from my skirt, watching myself, like a girl after her first lover turning slowly at the bathroom mirror, naked, looking for a sign. But nakedness in women is always a pose. I was not transfigured. I would never be free.
-- Louise Glück

#Girl #Moving #Grief

The soul is silent. If it speaks at all it speaks in dreams.
-- Louise Glück

#Dream #Soul #Speak

Birth, not death, is the hard loss.
-- Louise Glück

#Loss #Birth

The advantage of poetry over life is that poetry, if it is sharp enough, may last.
-- Louise Glück

#May #Lasts #Life Is

The love of form is a love of endings.
-- Louise Glück

#Form

The great thing is not having a mind. Feelings: oh, I have those; they govern me.
-- Louise Glück

#Feelings #Mind #Great Things

At first I saw you everywhere. Now only in certain things, at longer intervals.
-- Louise Glück

#Saws #Firsts #Certain

The Red Poppy The great thing is not having a mind. Feelings: oh, I have those; they govern me. I have a lord in heaven called the sun, and open for him, showing him the fire of my own heart, fire like his presence. What could such glory be if not a heart? Oh my brothers and sisters, were you like me once, long ago, before you were human? Did you permit yourselves to open once, who would never open again? Because in truth I am speaking now the way you do. I speak because I am shattered.
-- Louise Glück

#Brother #Heart #Fire

Balm of the summer night, balm of the ordinary, imperial joy and sorrow of human existence, the dreamed as well as the lived— what could be dearer than this, given the closeness of death?
-- Louise Glück

#Summer #Night #Joy

Like a child, the earth's going to sleep, or so the story goes. But I'm not tired, it says. And the mother says, You may not be tired but I'm tired
-- Louise Glück

#Mother #Children #Sleep

17. The self ended and the world began. They were of equal size, commensurate, one mirrored the other. 18. The riddle was: why couldn't we live in the mind. The answer was: the barrier of the earth intervened.
-- Louise Glück

#Self #Mind #Size

He takes her in his arms He wants to say I love you, nothing can hurt you But he thinks this is a lie, so he says in the end You're dead, nothing can hurt you which seems to him a more promising beginning, more true.
-- Louise Glück

#Hurt #Lying #Love You

Desire, loneliness, wind in the flowering almond— surely these are the great, the inexhaustible subjects to which my predecessors apprenticed themselves. I hear them echo in my own heart, disguised as convention.
-- Louise Glück

#Loneliness #Heart #Echoes

That's why I'm not to be trusted. Because a wound to the heart is also a wound to the mind
-- Louise Glück

#Heart #Mind #Trusted

I’m like the child who buries her head in the pillow so as not to see, the child who tells herself that light causes sadness—
-- Louise Glück

#Children #Sadness #Light

You know what despair is; then winter should have meaning for you.
-- Louise Glück

#Winter #Despair #Should

At the end of my suffering/there was a door.
-- Louise Glück

#Doors #Suffering #Ends

To raise the veil. To see what you're saying goodbye to.
-- Louise Glück

#Goodbye #Saying Goodbye #Veils

I pretended indifference…even in the presence of love, in the presence of hunger. And the more deeply I felt, the less able I was to respond.
-- Louise Glück

#Able #Indifference #Hunger

As I saw it, all my mother's life, my father held her down, like lead strapped to her ankles. She was buoyant by nature; she wanted to travel, go to the theater, go to museums. What he wanted was to lie on the couch with the Times over his face, so that death, when it came, wouldn't seem a significant change.
-- Louise Glück

#Mother #Lying #Father

Intense love always leads to mourning.
-- Louise Glück

#Mourning #Intense #Intense Love

What was difficult was the travel, which, on arrival, is forgotten.
-- Louise Glück

#Travel #Memorable #Forgotten

Of two sisters one is always the watcher, one the dancer.
-- Louise Glück

#Sister #Two #Dancer

The master said you must write what you see / But what I see does not move me / The master answered Change what you see.
-- Louise Glück

#Moving #Writing #Doe

I caution you as I was never cautioned: You will never let go, you will never be satiated. You will be damaged and scarred, you will continue to hunger. Your body will age, you will continue to need. You will want the earth, then more of the earth-- Sublime, indifferent, it is present, it will not respond. It is encompassing, it will not minister. Meaning, it will feed you, it will ravish you. It will not keep you alive.
-- Louise Glück

#Letting Go #Sublime #Age

I think I can remember being dead. Many times, in winter, I approached Zeus. Tell me, I would ask him, how can I endure the earth?
-- Louise Glück

#Winter #Thinking #Earth

The unsaid, for me, exerts great power...
-- Louise Glück

#Writing #Unsaid #Great Power

It seems to me that the desire to make art produces an ongoing experience of longing, a restlessness sometimes, but not inevitably, played out romantically, or sexually. Always there seems something ahead, the next poem or story, visible, at least, apprehensible, but unreachable. To perceive it at all is to be haunted by it; some sound, some tone, becomes a torment — the poem embodying that sound seems to exist somewhere already finished. It’s like a lighthouse, except that, as one swims towards it, it backs away.
-- Louise Glück

#Art #Swim #Desire

Tonight I saw myself in the dark window as the image of my father, whose life was spent like this, thinking of death, to the exclusion of other sensual matters, so in the end that life was easy to give up, since it contained nothing: even my mother's voice couldn't make him change or turn back as he believed that once you can't love another human being you have no place in the world.
-- Louise Glück

#Mother #Giving Up #Father