Quotes by Louise Glück

You’re not a creature in body.You exist as the stars exist,participating in their stillness, their immensity.

You know, he said, our work is difficult: we confrontmuch sorrow and disappointment.He gazed at me with increasing frankness.I was like you once, he added, in love with turbulence.

Once I could imagine my soulI could imagine my death.When I imagined my deathmy soul died. ThisI remember clearly.My body persisted.Not thrived, but persisted.Why I do not know.

Even before you touched me, I belonged to you; all you had to do was look at me.

“Writing is a kind of revenge against circumstance too: bad luck, loss, pain. If you make something out of it, then youve no longer been bested by these events.”