Gretel Ehrlich Quotes About Water

Quotes about: Water

• To trace the history of a river or a raindrop is also to trace the history of the soul, the history of the mind descending and arising in the body. In both, we constantly seek and stumble upon divinity, which like feeding the lake, and the spring becoming a waterfall, feeds, spills, falls, and feeds itself all over again.

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  Spring, Fall, Rivers

• To trace the history of a river . . . is to trace the history of the soul, the history of the mind descending and arising in the body.

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  Rain, Rivers, Water

  Gretel Ehrlich (1992). “Islands, the universe, home”, Penguin Group USA

• Autumn teaches us that fruition is also death; that ripeness is a form of decay. The willows, having stood for so long near water, begin to rust. Leaves are verbs that conjugate the seasons.

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  Autumn, Long, Water

  Gretel Ehrlich (1986). “The Solace of Open Spaces”, Penguin Group USA

• If anything is endemic to Wyoming it is wind. This big room of space is swept out daily, leaving a bone yard of fossils, agates, and carcasses in every stage of decay. Though it was water that initially shaped the state, wind is the meticulous gardener, raising dust and pruning the sage.

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  Dust, Wind, Wyoming

  Gretel Ehrlich (1986). “The Solace of Open Spaces”, Penguin Group USA

• A tree is a thought, an obstruction stopping the flow of wind and light, trapping water, housing insects, birds, and animals, and breathing in and out. How treelike the human, how human the tree.

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  Animal, Light, Wind

  Gretel Ehrlich (2017). “Islands, the Universe, Home: Essays”, p.84, Open Road Media

• We are often like rivers: careless and forceful, timid and dangerous, lucid and muddied, eddying, gleaming, still. Lovers, farmers, and artists have one thing in common, at least - a fear of 'dry spells,' dormant periods in which we do no blooming, internal droughts only the waters of imagination and psychic release can civilize.

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  Artist, Rivers, Psychics

  Gretel Ehrlich (1986). “The Solace of Open Spaces”, Penguin Group USA

• Thirty years ago, my sister, Gale (so named because a gale hit Boston Harbor the night she was born), some friends and I stole a boat in the middle of the night and sailed it out of the Santa Barbara harbor. Suddenly we were becalmed and the current began pushing us toward the breakwall. With no running lights and no power, we were dead in the water. Out of that darkness a steel hull appeared: it was the local Coast Guard cutter. My father, stern-faced and displeased, stood in the bow.

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  Running, Father, Night

  Gretel Ehrlich (1995). “A Match to the Heart: One Woman's Story of Being Struck By Lightning”, p.29, Penguin

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