Terry Tempest Williams Quotes
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Terry Tempest Williams Famous Quotes & Sayings
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To write," Marguerite Duras remarked, "is also not to speak. It is to keep silent. It is to howl noiselessly.
In the early days of the Mormon Church, stewardship toward the land was a priority. It was a matter of survival in the desert.
When it comes to words, rather than using our own voice, authentic and unpracticed, we steal someone else's to shield our fear.
I care about my brother.
I care about wilderness.
To care is to lament.
My brother is a wilderness, unknowable.
I care about wilderness.
To care is to lament.
My brother is a wilderness, unknowable.
It was fascinating listening to this wonderful biologist, Sarah Allen Miller, speak of her relationship to these beings for 20 years.
The unexpected action of deep listening can create a space of transformation capable of shattering complacency and despair.
Myths have a way of bringing what is unconscious to the surface and putting a face on what we cannot see.
There are times we have to put our body on the line for what we believe, for the injustices we see even within our own families.
Every day, I walked. It was not a meditation, but survival, one foot in the front of the other, with my eyes focused down, trying to stay steady.
What is private belongs to me alone. What is personal belongs to all of us through the shared experience of being human.
We can try to kill all that is native, string it up by its hind legs for all to see, but spirit howls and wildness endures.
I believe a politics of place emerges where we are deeply accountable to our communities, to our neighborhoods, to our home.
My grandmother simply shook her head and said, You know what you saw. The bird doesn't need to be counted, and neither do you.
When you are with a landscape or a human being where there is no need to speak, but simply to listen, to perceive, to feel.
I wonder about silence. Also about darkness. I love the idea that city lights are a "conspiracy" against higher thoughts.
My family lives all around me. We see each other daily. It's very, very complicated. I think that families hold us together and they split us apart.
I take a deep breath and sidestep my fear and begin speaking from the place where beauty and bravery meet
within the chambers of a quivering heart.
within the chambers of a quivering heart.
Shards of glass can cut and wound or magnify a vision. Mosaic celebrates brokenness and the beauty of being brought together
The time had come to protest with the heart, that to deny one's genealogy with the earth was to commit treason against one's soul.
Hope radiates outward from the center of our concerns. Hope dares us to stare the miraculous in the eye and have the courage not to look away.
The birds and I share a natural history. It is a matter of rootedness, of living inside a place for so long that the mind and imagination fuse.
I think about capitalism, consumerism, our consumptive nature as a species approaching the 21st century. I certainly don't have the answers.
I am a Mormon woman, I am not orthodox. It is the lens through which I see the world. I hear the Tabernacle Choir and it still makes me weep.
There becomes little doubt as to why power chooses to support power. Rwanda becomes invisible once again. We have nothing America wants.
Her body was rounded like earth. Stories. Breath ... Her eyes have been painted closed. I understand. To tell a story you must travel inward.
Wilderness is the source of what we can imagine and what we cannot - the taproot of consciousness.
It will survive us.
It will survive us.
Wilderness is not a place of privilege, but rather a place of probity, where the evolutionary processes of life are free to continue.
The pain that we feel when we are making love with someone is that we know it will end. It's that paradoxical response of joy and suffering.
Each of us has one. Each voice is distinct and has something to say. Each voice deserves to be heard. But it requires the act of listening.
I worry, that we are a people in a process of great transition and we are forgetting what we are connected to. We are losing our frame of reference.
Greed says there is never enough. Abundance says there is more than enough. Greed closes the door behind itself. Abundance opens the door for others.
I write to discover. I write to uncover. I write to meet my ghosts ... I write because it is dangerous, a bloody risk, like love, to form the words.
At the heart of Mormonism is a high regard for community. That is its strength. I have great respect for that.
Creativity ignited a spark. In that moment, I saw that art is not peripheral, beauty is not optional, but a strategy for survival.
It is where we embrace our questions ... Can we listen with our whole beings, not just our minds, and offer our attention rather than our opinions?
I pray to the birds because they remind me of what I love rather than what I fear. And at the end of my prayers, they teach me how to listen.
A trip to the hospital is always a descent into the macabre. I have never trusted a place with shiny floors.
Find something that matters deeply to you and pursue it. Question. Stand. Speak. Act. Make us uncomfortable. Make us think.