Susan Griffin Quotes

The mind remembers only certain things. The body remembers everything. The information it carries goes back to the beginning of existence.

Connecting to the feelings in your body brings you back into present-moment awareness.

The will to change begins in the body, not in the mind.

A woman always remembers. Remember that.

We do not merely perceive objects and hold thoughts in our minds: all our perceptions and thought processes are felt. All have a distinctive component that announces an unequivocal link between images and the existence of life in our organism.

The fish, once escaped from the trap, doesn't go back

When you're in the moments of greatest stress, those are the most memorable.

Experience is in the fingers and head. The heart is inexperienced.

[The sensate body possesses] an art of interrogating the sensible according to its own wishes, an inspired exegesis.

Experience is valuable only when it has brought suffering and when the suffering has left its mark upon both body and mind.

We live equally out of our bodies and out of our minds.

The body is not a thing, it is a situation: it is our grasp on the world and our sketch of our project

The mind can only imagine anything, or remember what is past, while the body endures.

I think many of us get separated from the mothership - our body - early on. I think the mothership is also the Earth, and life itself. Trauma separates us from that and dissociates us from our hearts.

You can't erase what you know. You can't forget who you are.

The body is the instrument of our hold on the world.

The body knows things a long time before the mind catches up to them. I was wondering what my body knew that I didn't.

Let the flesh instruct the mind.

Never while anything is left of me shall this... camp be forgotten. It has fairly grown into me, not merely as memory pictures, but as part and parcel of mind and body alike.

I can be very in my head, but I don't trust my head all that much. My head is crazy. My head will talk to itself all day and all night if I let it. And my heart is less nutty, but it's kind of like an overexcited child. I don't trust my heart all that much either. My body is like a good horse. I trust my body.

How do you forget something? You just walk away from it, those who are still alive. There are so few clearings in our hearts and minds, so few places where something can't grow on top of whatever happened to us before, and this is love too.

Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends, but is played out over and over again in the quietest chambers. The mind can never break off from the journey.

When the heart speaks, the mind finds it indecent to object.

The memory of past favors is like a rainbow, bright, vivid, and beautiful; but it soon fades away. The in memory of injuries is engraved on the heart, and remains forever.

Nothing sorts out memories from ordinary moments. It is only later that they claim remembrance, when they show their scars.