I wonder how, among the Fremont, mothers and daughters shared their world. Did they walk side by side along the lake edge?… — Terry Tempest Williams Copy Share Image
I can tell that in Refuge the question that was burning in me was, how do we find refuge in change? Everything… — Terry Tempest Williams Copy Share Image
Once upon a time, when women were birds, there was the simple understanding that to sing at dawn, and to sing at… — Terry Tempest Williams Copy Share Image
When Emily Dickinson writes, “Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul,” she reminds us, as the birds do,… — Terry Tempest Williams Copy Share Image
Our correspondences have wings - paper birds that fly from my house to yours - flocks of ideas crisscrossing the country. Once… — Terry Tempest Williams Copy Share Image
The birds and I share a natural history. It is a matter of rootedness, of living inside a place for so long… — Terry Tempest Williams Copy Share Image
I am slowly, painfully discovering that my refuge is not found in my mother, my grandmother, of even the birds of Bear… — Terry Tempest Williams Copy Share Image
I pray to the birds. I pray to the birds because I believe they will carry the messages of my heart upward.… — Terry Tempest Williams Copy Share Image
I speculate over some of the Anglo nomenclature of birds: Wilson's snipe, Forster's tern . . . : What natural images do… — Terry Tempest Williams Copy Share Image
The hostility of this landscape teaches me how to be quiet and unobtrusive, how to find grace among spiders with a poisonous… — Terry Tempest Williams Copy Share Image
I pray to the birds because they remind me of what I love rather than what I fear. And at the end… — Terry Tempest Williams Copy Share Image
I am obsessed by the idea of silence. I went through an entire library studying art, artists and their critics, philosophers, too,… — Terry Tempest Williams Copy Share Image
I admire how she protects her energy and understands her limitations. — Terry Tempest Williams Copy Share Image
Buddha says there are two kinds of suffering: the kind that leads to more suffering and the kind that brings an end to suffering. — Terry Tempest Williams Copy Share Image
I wonder how, among the Fremont, mothers and daughters shared their world. Did they walk side by side along the lake edge? What stories… — Terry Tempest Williams Copy Share Image
I believe the personal is the collective. One of the ironies of writing memoir is in using the "I" it becomes an alchemical "we."… — Terry Tempest Williams Copy Share Image
“I write to discover. I write to uncover. I write to meet my ghosts... I write because it is dangerous, a bloody risk, like… — Terry Tempest Williams Copy Share Image
“I write to make peace with the things I cannot control. I write to create red in a world that often appears black and… — Terry Tempest Williams Copy Share Image
I have spoken about what we can do as citizens, what we can do as a responsive citizenry, and this is where we have… — Terry Tempest Williams Copy Share Image
The moment Eve bit into the apple, her eyes opened and she became free. She exposed the truth of what every woman knows: to… — Terry Tempest Williams Copy Share Image
I accept the Organic Trinity of Mineral, Vegetable, and Animal with as much authority as I accept the Holy Trinity. Both are sacred. — Terry Tempest Williams Copy Share Image
Good writing must stay open to the questions and not fall prey to the pull of a polemic, otherwise, words simply become predictable, sentimental,… — Terry Tempest Williams Copy Share Image
“I believe we must do things in our lives for the right reasons, because we enjoy doing them, with no expectation of getting something… — Terry Tempest Williams Copy Share Image
