“Nothing in the past can be changed or restored. But the present can change the way it is thought about. In this… — Louise Glück Time Copy Share Image
“The Fear of Burial In the empty field, in the morning, the body waits to be claimed. The spirit sits beside it,… — Louise Gluck Fear Copy Share Image
“Living things don't all require light in the same degree. Some of us make our own light: a silver leaf like a… — Louise Glück Alone Copy Share Image
“All day I tried to distinguish need from desire. Now, in the dark, I feel only bitter sadness for us, the builders,… — Louise Glück Desire Copy Share Image
“Poetry survives because it haunts and it haunts because it is simultaneously utterly clear and deeply mysterious; because it cannot be entirely… — Louise Glück Poetry Copy Share Image
I pretended indifference…even in the presence of love, in the presence of hunger. And the more deeply I felt, the less able… — Louise Glück Able Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
“In his tent, Achilles grieved with his whole being and the gods saw he was a man already dead, a victim of… — Louise Glück Death Copy Share Image
“I don’t need your praise to survive. I was here first, before you were here, before you ever planted a garden. And… — Louise Glück Nature Copy Share Image
“I watched the first shoots like wings tearing the soil, and it was my heart broken by the blight, the black spot… — Louise Glück Copy Share Image
“It is true that there is not enough beauty in the world. It is also true that I am not competent to… — Louise Glück Beauty Copy Share Image
“Little soul, little perpetually undressed one, do now as I bid you, climb the shelf-like branches of the spruce tree; wait at… — Louise Glück Beautiful face Copy Share Image
“I was not prepared: sunset, end of summer. Demonstrations of time as a continuum, as something coming to an end, not a… — Louise Glück Coming to an end Copy Share Image
“Lived to see you throwing Me aside. That fought like netted fish inside me. Saw you throbbing In my syrups. Saw you… — Louise Glück Love Copy Share Image
“Remember that time you made the wish? I make a lot of wishes. The time I lied to you about the butterfly.… — Louise Glück Happiness Copy Share Image
It seems to me that the desire to make art produces an ongoing experience of longing, a restlessness sometimes, but not inevitably,… — Louise Glück Art Copy Share Image
Tonight I saw myself in the dark window as the image of my father, whose life was spent like this, thinking of… — Louise Glück Dark Copy Share Image
“Tell me this is the future, I won’t believe you. Tell me I’m living, I won’t believe you.” — Louise Glück Faith Copy Share Image
Balm of the summer night, balm of the ordinary, imperial joy and sorrow of human existence, the dreamed as well as the… — Louise Glück Closeness Copy Share Image
