Terry Tempest Williams Quotes about Grief

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Grief dares us to love once more.

Terry Tempest Williams

Grief, Dare

"BOOKMARK: Terry Tempest Williams on the perspective of nature and healing". Interview with Laurie Hertzel, www.startribune.com. June 30, 2017.

The sin we commit against each other as women is lack of support. We hurt. We hurt each other. We hide. We project. We become mute or duplicitous, and we fester like boiling water until one day we erupt like a geyser. Do we forget we unravel in grief?

Terry Tempest Williams

Hurt, Grief, Water

Terry Tempest Williams (2012). “When Women Were Birds: Fifty-four Variations on Voice”, p.181, Macmillan

I have spoken about what we can do as citizens, what we can do as a responsive citizenry, and this is where we have to shatter our complacency and become "active souls,"and be prepared to engage in aware - that personal struggle between our grief and our sorrow. But I don't think we have any choice.

Terry Tempest Williams

Grief, Struggle, Thinking

Source: www.scottlondon.com

I recently got back from Hiroshima and it was fascinating to me how the Japanese accommodate this paradox. We were talking about this word aware, which on the page looks like "aware," which speaks to both the pain and the beauty of our lives. Being there, what I perceived was that this is a sorrow that is not a grief that one forgets or recovers from, but it is a burning, searing illumination of love for the delicacy and strength of our relations.

Terry Tempest Williams

Pain, Grief, Illumination

Source: www.scottlondon.com

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