359 Quotes by Louise Erdrich

Ravens are the birds I’ll miss most when I die. If only the darkness into which we must look were composed of the black light of their limber intelligence. If only we did not have to die at all. Instead, become ravens.

I think one of the reasons to be here on earth is to finally be who we are, at all times – to know and be predictable to ourselves.

Where will you be my darling, the last time it snows on earth?

He was not all good, would never be; yet there were slender threads of okay.

The worst kind of loneliness gripped him. The kind you feel alongside another person.

There were no colors. Everything was neutral. From this I know that hell is not black or fiery. It is an unvaried gray without promise.

Perhaps you will know how to speak this language – perhaps it is a language we have forgotten in its present form. Perhaps you are dreaming in this language right now. And perhaps there is a word that has changed the course of human existence. A word written in the depth of things, in the quantum and genetic and synaptic codes, a word that told all beings and all life – enough.

It was Sister Hildegarde’s belief that good penmanship was the defining key to success in life.

While their moral standards for the rest of the world were rigid, they were always able to find excuses for their own shortcomings. It is these people really, said my father, small-time hypocrites, who may in special cases be capable of monstrous acts if given the chance.