Terry Tempest Williams Quotes

The main thing to remember is that making love is at onces the silliest and the most sacred act humans can perform.

The act of love strongly resembles torture or surgery.

Amour is the one human activity of any importance in which laughter and pleasure preponderate, if ever so slightly, over misery and pain.

You know, I think anybody who has been in relationships has access to heartbreak - I don't think we have to go far to find it, whether we inflicted the heartbreak or whether we were the recipient of it.

In this world, full often, our joys are only the tender shadows which our sorrows cast.

Truth is everybody is going to hurt you: you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for.

We're never so vulnerable than when we trust someone - but paradoxically, if we cannot trust, neither can we find love or joy.

I think everybody wants love, and everybody wants to feel alive.

There's the idea that love is supposed to hurt, but it really shouldn't hurt.

Remember, writing poetry is like making love: one will never know whether one's own pleasure is shared.

D'ye ken that the only time I am without pain is in your bed, Sassenach? When I take ye, when I lie in your arms-my wounds are healed, then, my scars forgotten.

Also I wanted to be able to love And we all know how that one goes, don't we? Slowly

It's all well and good saying you avoid pain by avoiding relationships, but what about the wonderful things you're avoiding as well? What about the joy and the intimacy and the trust that come with finding someone you love?

The pleasures of love are really quite wonderful--though I suspect they are rather a luxury and require a certain level of socioeconomic stability to be anything other than a mode of suffering.

I clench his hands to the point of pain. "Stay with me." His pupils contract to pinpoints, dialate again rapidly, and then return to something resembling normalcy. "Always," he murmurs.

To love is to suffer and there can be no love otherwise.

When you truly know the meaning of the word love, you will also know the meaning of the word pain.

I didn't understand that when you make love, you actually do MAKE love. Stir things. Affect each other. The breath that escapes from me is dazzled. He breathes it in with a gasp.

Then there were things-- epic, terrible things-- that he didn't tell her but skirted around, like caressing the edges of a wound, hesitant, testing for pain.

In a contagious world,we learn to keep our distance. If we get too close to those who are suffering, we might get infected by their pain. It may not be convenient or comfortable. But only when you get close enough to catch their hurt will they be close enough to catch your love.

Before you marry, you have to get shot by an arrow and fall in love,” the boy explained. He paused thoughtfully. “But I don’t think the rest of it hurts as much as the beginning.

All we really want is love's confusing joy.

Poetry and painting are done in the same way you make love; it's an exchange of blood, a total embrace - without caution, without any thought of protecting yourself.

It's all good when we making love, all I ask is don't take our love for granted, it's granted.

Making love, we are all more alike than we are when we are talking or acting.