Gail Godwin
- Country : United States
- Profession :Novelist
- DOB: 1937-06-18
Gail Godwin (June 18, 1937), an acclaimed American author, crafted compelling narratives exploring themes of relationships, identity, and human emotions. Renowned for her poignant storytelling, Godwin penned numerous novels, including “A Mother and Two Daughters” and “Father Melancholy’s Daughter,” delving into intricate family dynamics and personal growth. Her prose artfully delves into the complexities of human nature, capturing the essence of life’s trials and triumphs. A skilled wordsmith, she has captivated readers worldwide with her eloquent writing style, earning critical acclaim and establishing herself as a prominent voice in contemporary literature through her insightful reflections on the human condition.
What we feel compelled to do, whether it’s making art or giving your life to God, evolves out of the inner fabric of our lives, however disguised the patterns may be to us. The work, the vocation, is an attempt on the part of the would-be artist to fulfill in an inner way, in a symbolic way, what the outer world is failing to provide him with in the service of wholeness.
Author: Gail GodwinLet thy good spirit enter my heart and there be heard without utterance, and without the sound of words speak all truth.
Author: Gail GodwinWe could all do with some silence, just sitting back
in a dark theater and watching humans living and working and
discovering their affinities without any words.
If you are an artist, you learn how to trap the yearning and put it where you want it, put it where it goes. That’s the secret all true artists come to know.
Author: Gail GodwinDiscontent,” Father Maturin said, enunciating the word with a strange vigor and looking straight at Elizabeth, “may be God’s catapult, His way of saying: ‘Go and try yourself now.
Author: Gail GodwinThere were only a few stories worth telling, which is why they needed to be told over and over again, until everyone recognized them as his own experience.
Author: Gail GodwinWhen people are sensitive, they can tell when they meet someone who is going to influence their lives.
Author: Gail GodwinOne of the notebooks was for musings and pep talks. … The other notebooks were for writing out the novel the way authors had done for centuries.
Author: Gail GodwinThere was a great deal of energy and contentment to be gotten simply from not living a lie.
Author: Gail GodwinSquashed behind The Cloud of Unknowing we discovered a pocket-size spiral notebook with a day-by-day account of the time Justin had stayed with her and her husband after Tommy’s death. The writing was legible though it required effort (this was before she took her calligraphy course), but Justin was ecstatic and asked if he could have the little notebook. “This is my history,” he said. Later, after he had deciphered every last word: “Boy, was I loved.
Author: Gail GodwinDuring all my worrying about how and when and whether we’d ever get together again, I had neglected to imagine we might slip back together as naturally as a dislocated joint slipping back into place, followed by an ardor more straightforward than either of us had been capable of before.
Author: Gail GodwinShe was the kind of woman who, once she had made up her mind to like somebody, even if it had been an impulsive decision, would invest that person with all sorts of interesting and romantic aspects rather than admit she had been wrong.
Author: Gail GodwinAll beautiful, dangerous idols fall, I thought, if you keep your eye on them long enough
Author: Gail GodwinMaybe it’s because I’m more confident of my own powers now, not so afraid of losing myself, of being molded by other people’s needs of me, of being overwhelmed by them, that I can live in those strange, green days again and willingly be that girl.
Author: Gail GodwinIf someone had really done you an ill turn and later came to you and said, “I am truly sorry,” would that mean as much to you as “the burden of it has been intolerable to me”?
Author: Gail GodwinOnce you get yourself out of the way, you can see everything the way it is. Your self isn’t blocking the world from you, once you have sidestepped its shadow.
Author: Gail GodwinShe was her steady self again, the one about whom Nonie had said, “I admire that woman. Despite all her adversities, Beryl Jones manages to stay in control her days.
Author: Gail GodwinGeneral Confession it had been watered down to we are truly sorry and we humbly repent.
Author: Gail GodwinWe can’t be free until we can tell our story, and only by telling it convincingly can we each do our bit to help the world grow up.
Author: Gail GodwinHow glibly and thoughtlessly that phrase ‘make us grow’ slides off our tongues. As if growth were always a happy, shapely matter: leaves unfurling, blossoms opening, hearts and minds joyously stretching toward more light. Whereas the fact of the matter was, when we asked for growth, we were asking for a mess. Exploding tempers, privately nursed little petri dishes of resentments, insecure stumblings into dangerous new places.
Author: Gail GodwinThe walk north was exactly the right distance to make me walk out of myself….If you walked out of yourself going north, what did you do on the return walk? Enjoyed my emptiness. Or sometimes just congratulated myself for escaping.
Author: Gail GodwinWhen I was in seminary,” Father Edward had told other guests around the table when he was purchasing his books, “my spiritual director told me not to read theology. ‘Read novels,’ he said, and I have.
Author: Gail GodwinYes, if you believed in words, if you lived by words, you had better be careful which words you say and how you say them. You had better be careful what you look up, which words, which names. Jane Clifford, in The Odd Woman.
Author: Gail GodwinNonie often remarked that every one of us needed to get away from other people and replenish our personal reserves.
Author: Gail GodwinIn friendships . . . the requisits are always the same. Each provides the other with a refuge in time of trouble, with a continuum to fall back on in time of self-doubt, with an underpinning of earned trust upon which it is possible to build new achievements.
Author: Gail GodwinRemorse went out of fashion around the same time that “Stop feeling guilty,” and “You’re too hard on yourself,” and “You need to love yourself more” came into fashion.
Author: Gail GodwinThese days won’t last forever. No days ever do, though sometimes it’s hard to convince oneself of that.
Author: Gail GodwinNot everybody gets to grow up. First you have to survive your childhood, and then begins the hard work of growing into it.
Author: Gail GodwinIt was more like I saw him coming and knew he was the one. I went out of myself to meet him and then couldn’t get back inside without bringing him with me.”
Author: Gail GodwinBut the son whips out a Bayer aspirin, the father rises to his feet, embraces the son, and Technicolor is restored to their lives.
Author: Gail GodwinDuring the act of writing I have told myself something that I didn’t know I knew.
Author: Gail GodwinAs long as you can go on creating new roles for yourself, you are not vanquished.
Author: Gail GodwinThis week I’ve learned that when you really love someone, you come to accept everything about them, all the moments in their history that have made them into just what they are. And I can accept everything in your past, because it has made you you.
Author: Gail GodwinThen he laughed, his typical laugh. Making me wish i had ten more such anectodes stashed away to keep him standing there, holding onto me and laughing.
Author: Gail GodwinA person always has control over how she meets her adversities, and the good news is that the facing of them, one after another, year after year, builds an inner strength that nobody can take away from you.
Author: Gail GodwinThe human mind, as we know from personal experience, is a chronic time traveler, but we are repeatedly amazed by its ability to hitch up the body, the body that resides the only place it can— in present time— and pull it along like a wagon, with its entire load of sensory equipment, backward or forward into other time zones.
Author: Gail GodwinThe future arches above us all like a giant question mark, looming or embracing by whims and turns.
Author: Gail GodwinThere are things we can’t undo, but perhaps there is a kind of constructive remorse that could transform regrettable acts into something of service to life.
Author: Gail GodwinAfter all the human noise and conflicts have stopped, the absent person has more room in your heart to spread out and be herself. My mother’s been gone ten years and I know her much better now than when we saw each other every day.
Author: Gail GodwinI’m not sure I know what ‘simple-hearted’ means,” I said haughtily. “When there’s no deceit or malice in your heart. Most of us have some; it protects us. People without it are rare.
Author: Gail GodwinBecause you’re a child and you have no way to compare your life to other people’s lives. Your foremost need is to stay safe within the only life you know.
Author: Gail GodwinThere are two kinds of people. One kind, you can just tell by looking at them at what point they congealed into their final selves. It might be a very nice self, but you know you can expect no more suprises from it. Whereas, the other kind keep moving, changing… They are fluid. They keep moving forward and making new trysts with life, and the motion of it keeps them young. In my opinion, they are the only people who are still alive. You must be constantly on your guard against congealing.
Author: Gail GodwinHeroics are not easily had for the young in our times. Perhaps that is why they go to such extremes to create their own dangers.
Author: Gail GodwinWho wanted to creep along in comfort when there was one chance in a thousand of flying?
Author: Gail GodwinWhat did a few ripples in the flesh matter when, all too soon, now or later, that flesh would be making its return journey to dust?
Author: Gail GodwinI’m always aware that I risk being taken for a neurasthenic prima donna when I explain to someone who wants ‘just a little’ of my time that five minutes of the wrong kind of distraction can ruin a working day.
Author: Gail GodwinI work continuously within the shadow of failure. For every novel that makes it to my publisher’s desk, there are at least five or six that died on the way. And even with the ones I do finish, I think of all the ways they might have been better.
Author: Gail GodwinI believe that dreams transport us through the underside of our days, and that if we wish to become acquainted with the dark side of what we are, the signposts are there, waiting for us to translate them.
Author: Gail GodwinI believe that with enough practice and good faith, you can learn to recognize when the work is achieved.
Author: Gail GodwinMuch of the activity we think of as writing is, actually, getting ready to write.
Author: Gail GodwinDuring the act of writing I have told myself something that I didn’t know I knew.
Author: Gail GodwinI confess, right at the start, to the doubts – and sometimes outright dreads – that go with me as I climb the stairs to my study in the morning, coffee mug in hand: I have to admit to the habitual apprehension mixed with a sort of reverence, as I light the incense . . . and wonder: what is going to happen today? Will anything happen? Will the angel come today?
Author: Gail GodwinIf there is such a thing as sin in this world, I think it must be shutting oneself up against hope.
Author: Gail GodwinHow easy it was to make people happy, when you didn’t want or need anything from them.
Author: Gail GodwinThe act of longing for something will always be more intense than the requiting of it.
Author: Gail GodwinThe more you respect and focus on the singular and the strange, the more you become aware of the universal and infinite.
Author: Gail GodwinThe best antidote I have found is to yearn for something. As long as you yearn, you can’t congeal: There is a forward motion to yearning.
Author: Gail GodwinThe characters that I create are parts of myself and I send them on little missions to find out what I don’t know yet.
Author: Gail GodwinSome things arrive in their own mysterious hour, on their own terms and not yours, to be seized or relinquished forever.
Author: Gail GodwinThere are two kinds of people. One kind, you can just tell by looking at them at what point they congealed into their final selves. It might be a very nice self, but you know you can expect no more surprises from it. Whereas, the other kind keep moving, changing… They are fluid. They keep moving forward and making new trysts with life, and the motion of it keeps them young. In my opinion, they are the only people who are still alive. You must be constantly on your guard against congealing.
Author: Gail Godwin