Susan Griffin
I think we actually punish children out of their relationship with their bodies... we categorically separate mind and body and emotion and intellect.Collection: Relationship
Masculinity is a terrible problem, as we construe it and shape it.
I am not so different in my history of abandonment from anyone else after all. We have all been split away from the earth, each other, ourselves.
Each life reverberates in every other life. Whether or not we acknowledge it, we are connected, woven together in our needs and desires, rich and poor, men and women alike.
A story is told as much by silence as by speech.
Society, like nature, is one body, really.
I grew up right near Hollywood, and I wanted to be a filmmaker.
Gender is a way to hide from the simple truth we all tell: 'Hey, I'm here, I have a body.'
Everyone who is born holds dual citizenship, in the kingdom of the well and in the kingdom of the sick.
Before a secret is told, one can often feel the weight of it in the atmosphere.
Just as the slave master required the slaves to imitate the image he had of them, so women, who live in a relatively powerless position, politically and economically, feel obliged by a kind of implicit force to live up to culture's image of what is female.
In one sense I feel that my book is a one-woman argument against determinism.
Philosophy means nothing unless it is connected to birth, death, and the continuance of life. Anytime you are going to build a society that works, you have to begin from nature and the body.
What is buried in the past of one generation falls to the next to claim.
This earth is my sister; I love her daily grace, her silent daring, and how loved I am. How we admire this strength in each other, all that we have lost, all that we have suffered, all that we know: We are stunned by this beauty, and I do not forget: what she is to me, what I am to her.Collection: Grace
How many small decisions accumulate to form a habit? What a multitude of decisions, made by others, in other times, must shape our lives now.Collection: Decision
we are nature. We are nature seeing nature. We are nature with a concept of nature. Nature weeping. Nature speaking of nature to nature.Collection: Nature
I know I am made from this earth, as my mother's hands were made from this earth, as her dreams came from this earth and all that I know, I know in this earth, the body of the bird, this pen, this paper, these hands, this tongue speaking, all that I know speaks to me through this earth.Collection: Mother
Every important social movement reconfigures the world in the imagination. What was obscure comes forward, lies are revealed, memory shaken, new delineations drawn over the old maps: it is from this new way of seeing the present that hope emerges for the future...Let us begin to imagine the worlds we would like to inhabit, the long lives we will share, and the many futures in our hands.Collection: Memories
But still, the other voice, the intuitive, returns, like grass forcing its way through concrete.Collection: Voice
Every time I deny myself I commit a kind of suicide.Collection: Suicide
We keep secrets from ourselves that all along we know.Collection: Secret
Far more frightening than the thought of dying was the experience of erasure already occurring in my life. My fear of becoming someone who did not count.Collection: Dying
To make love is to become like this infant again. We grope with our mouths toward the body of another being, whom we trust, who takes us in her arms. We rock together with this loved one. We move beyond speech. Our bodies move past all the controls we have learned. We cry out in ecstasy, in feeling. We are back in a natural world before culture tried to erase our experience of nature. In this world, to touch another is to express love; there is no idea apart from feeling, and no feeling which does not ring through our bodies and our souls at once.Collection: Sex
Perhaps every moment of time lived in human consciousness remains in the air around us.Collection: Air
The mind can forget what the body, defined by each breath, subject to the heart beating, does not.Collection: Heart
War starts in the mind, not in the body.Collection: War
Each time I write, each time the authentic words break through, I am changed. The older order that I was collapses and dies. I lose control. I do not know exactly what words will appear on the page. I follow language. I follow the sound of the words, and I am surprised and transformed by what I record.Collection: Writing
Self-reflection is a desire felt by the body, as well as the soul. As dancers, healers, and saints all know, when you turn your attention toward even the simplest physical process - breath, the small movements of the eyes, the turning of a foot in midair - what might have seemed dull matter suddenly awakens.Collection: Eye
Yes we are devilish; that is true we cackle. Yes we are dark like the soil and wild like the animals. And we turn to each other and stare into this darkness. We find it beautiful. We find this darkness irresistible. We cease all hiding.Collection: Beautiful
There is always a time to make right what is wrong.Collection: Inspirational
I think artists can go to a level of vision that can often save us from a situation which seems to have no solution whatsoever.Collection: Healing
Even in the grimmest of circumstances, a shift in perspective can create startling change.Collection: Perspective
We are nature. We are nature seeing nature. The red-winged blackbird flies in us.Collection: Healing
I love that moment in writing when language falls short. There is something more there. A larger body. Even by the failure of words I begin to detect its dimensions. As I work the prose, shift the verbs, look for new adjectives, a different rhythm, syntax, something new begins to come to the surface.Collection: Fall
We are the bird's eggs. Bird's eggs, flowers, butterflies, rabbits, cows, sheep, we are caterpillars; we are leaves of ivy and springs of wildflower. We are women. We rise from the wave. We are gazelle and doe, elephant and whale, lilies and roses and peach, we are air, we are flame, we are oyster and pearl, we are girls. We are woman and nature. And he says he cannot hear us speak. But we hear.Collection: Girl
Poetry is a good medium for revolutionary hope.Collection: Revolutionary
In the system of chivalry, men protect women against men. This is not unlike the protection relationship which [organized crime] established with small businesses in the early part of this century. Indeed, chivalry is an age-old protection racket which depends for its existence on rape.Collection: Men
It is a grief over the fate of the Earth that contains within it a joyful hope, that we might reclaim this Earth.Collection: Grief
... This is the paradox of vision: Sharp perception softens our existence in the world.Collection: Perception
The hope you feel when you are in love is not necessarily for anything in particular. Love brings something inside you to life. Perhaps it is just the full dimensionality of your own capacity to feel that returns. In this state you think no impediment can be large enough to interrupt your passion. The feeling spills beyond the object of your love to color the whole world. The mood is not unlike the mood of revolutionaries in the first blush of victory, at the dawn of hope. Anything seems possible. And in the event of failure, it will be this taste of possibility that makes disillusion bitter.Collection: Hope
What always seems miraculous is when aesthetic necessities yield an insight which otherwise I would have missed.Collection: Yield
The hard surface of the stone is impervious to nothing in the end. The heat of the sun leaves evidence of daylight. Each drop of rain changes the form; even the wind and the air itself, invisible to our eyes, etches its presence. … All history is taken in by stones.Collection: Taken
Ordinary women attempt to change our bodies to resemble a pornographic ideal. Ordinary women construct a false self and come to hate this self.Collection: Change
Although the many virtues that courtesans possessed were employed to defy circumstances, the role they played depended on the same circumstances over which they triumphed- conditions which to, fortunately for modern women, no longer exist.Collection: Roles
And if the professional rapist is to be separated from the average dominant heterosexual (male), it may be mainly a quantitative difference.Collection: Differences
At the museum a troubled woman destroys a sand painting meticulously created over days by Tibetan monks. The monks are not disturbed. The work is a meditation. They simply begin again.Collection: Museums
One can find traces of every life in each life.Collection: Friendship
In my lifetime I have seen democracy begin to expand, not only to include those who have been excluded, but to provide a listening arena, a vocabulary, an intelligent reception for stories that have been buried. Not just stories of the disenfranchised and the marginalized, but marginalized and disenfranchised histories even in the lives of the accepted and the privileged.Collection: Intelligent