Terry Tempest Williams Quotes About Mothers

Quotes about: Mothers

• I wonder how, among the Fremont, mothers and daughters shared their world. Did they walk side by side along the lake edge? What stories did they tell while weaving strips of bulrush into baskets? How did daughters bury their mothers and exercise their grief? What were the secret rituals of women? I feel certain they must have been tied to birds.

  Terry Tempest Williams

  Daughter, Mother, Grief

  Terry Tempest Williams (2015). “Refuge: An Unnatural History of Family and Place”, p.184, Vintage

• I am slowly, painfully discovering that my refuge is not found in my mother, my grandmother, of even the birds of Bear River. My refuge exists in my capacity to love. If I can learn to love death then I can begin to find refuge in change.

  Terry Tempest Williams

  Mother, Capacity To Love, Rivers

  Terry Tempest Williams (2015). “Refuge: An Unnatural History of Family and Place”, p.178, Vintage

• I am obsessed by the idea of silence. I went through an entire library studying art, artists and their critics, philosophers, too, on the meaning and significance of the color white. I dreamed of white birds and white bears. I thought about the white pages of my mother's journals. I became enthralled with John Cage and his work, 4'33”, his masterpiece of ambient sound. Rauschenberg, too. And then at some point I let go. What sticks to the soul is what gets placed on the page. Maybe that's the unknown part, the mystery, the power of the empty page.

  Terry Tempest Williams

  Letting Go, Mother, Art

• I was extremely close with my mother and my grandmothers, we shared our lives - fully, honestly - and it was heightened as each succumbed to cancer. Little was hidden between us. No time. And what was hidden, turned inward. I made a vow to speak. Speak or die.

  Terry Tempest Williams

  Mother, Cancer, Inward

  Source: therumpus.net

• I would say I am at peace with the mystery of my mother's journals. Of course, I will always wonder, but isn't that the creative tension of living with uncertainty? By leaving me her empty journals, my mother has made herself very present.

  Terry Tempest Williams

  Mother, Creative, Leaving

  Source: therumpus.net

• I can tell that in Refuge the question that was burning in me was, how do we find refuge in change? Everything around me that was familiar had been turned inside out with my mother's diagnosis of ovarian cancer and with the Bear River Migratory Bird Refuge being flooded.

  Terry Tempest Williams

  Mother, Cancer, Rivers

  Source: www.scottlondon.com

• When I'm standing in the middle of the salt flats, where you swear that the pupils of your eyes have turned white because of the searing heat that is rising from the desert, I think of my childhood, I think of my mother, my father, my grandparents; I think of the history that we hold there and it is beautiful to me. But it is both a blessing and a burden to be rooted in place. It's recognizing the pattern of things, almost feeling a place before you even see it. In Southern Utah, on the Colorado plateau where canyon walls rise upward like praying hands, that is a holy place to me.

  Terry Tempest Williams

  Beautiful, Mother, Wall

  Source: www.scottlondon.com

• A mother and daughter are an edge.
  Edges are ecotones, transitional zones,
  places of danger or opportunity.
  House-dwelling tension.
  When I stand on the edge of the land and sea,
  I feel this tension, this fluid line of transition.
  High tide. Low tide.
  It is the sea's reach and retreat
  that reminds me
  we have been human
  for only a very short time.

  Terry Tempest Williams

  Daughter, Mother, Opportunity

  Terry Tempest Williams (2012). “When Women Were Birds: Fifty-four Variations on Voice”, p.15, Macmillan

• When I said, "I am my mother, but I'm not," I was saying my path would be my own.

  Terry Tempest Williams

  Mother, Would Be, Path

  Terry Tempest Williams (2012). “When Women Were Birds: Fifty-four Variations on Voice”, p.52, Macmillan

• John Lilly suggests whales are a culture maintained by oral traditions. Stories. The experience of an individual whale is valuable to the survival of its community. I think of my family stories-Mother's in particular-how much I need them now, how much I will need them later. It has been said when an individual dies, whole worlds die with them. The same could be said of each passing whale.

  Terry Tempest Williams

  Mother, Thinking, Whales

  Terry Tempest Williams (2015). “Refuge: An Unnatural History of Family and Place”, p.175, Vintage

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