What was difficult was the travel, which, on arrival, is forgotten. — Louise Glück Arrival Copy Share Image
“We look at the world once, in childhood. The rest is memory. from Nostos.” — Louise Gluck Child Copy Share Image
I’m like the child who buries her head in the pillow so as not to see, the child who tells herself that… — Louise Glück Copy Share Image
From the beginning of time, in childhood, I thought that pain meant I was not loved. It meant I loved. — Louise Glück Childhood Copy Share Image
I don't live with earplugs. I don't like the spotlight - but I like overhearing conversations. — Louise Gluck Communication Copy Share Image
The master said you must write what you see / But what I see does not move me / The master answered… — Louise Glück Copy Share Image
“He knows he will be hurt. The warnings come to him in bed because repose threatens him” — Louise Glück Copy Share Image
“They sat far apart deliberately, to experience, daily, the sweetness of seeing each other across great distance.” — Louise Glück Copy Share Image
“I am suspicious of my existing ideas, my conscious thoughts and convictions. They are what I need to get beyond, into ignorance… — Louise Glück 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 Copy Share Image
“ Come to me said the world. I was standing in my wool coat at a kind of bright portal— I can… — Louise Glück Beauty Copy Share Image
17. The self ended and the world began. They were of equal size, commensurate, one mirrored the other. 18. The riddle was:… — Louise Glück 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
As I saw it, all my mother's life, my father held her down, like lead strapped to her ankles. She was buoyant… — Louise Glück Copy Share Image
We have a disturbing cultural appetite for novelty, and it seems to me wrong each new laureate should dislodge the ideas of… — Louise Gluck Appetite Copy Share Image
“The assignment was to fall in love. The details were up to you. The second part was to include in the poem… — 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
“Once I could imagine my soul I could imagine my death. When I imagined my death my soul died. This I remember… — Louise Glück Body 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 Copy Share Image
“Gretel in Darkness: This is the world we wanted. All who would have seen us dead are dead. I hear the witch's… — Louise Glück Darkness 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 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
“Siren I became a criminal when I fell in love. Before that I was a waitress. I didn't want to go to… — Louise Gluck Better person Copy Share Image
The Red Poppy The great thing is not having a mind. Feelings: oh, I have those; they govern me. I have a… — Louise Glück Brother 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
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
“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
I am attracted to ellipsis, to the unsaid, to suggestion, to eloquent, deliberate silence. The unsaid, for me, exerts great power: often… — Louise Glück Deliberate 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
“Doesn’t everyone want to feel in the night the beloved body, compass, polestar, to hear the quiet breathing that says I am… — Louise Glück Companionship Copy Share Image
