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The predation of wolves and women by those who misunderstand them is strikingly similar.
Clarissa Pinkola Estes
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Clarissa Pinkola Estes
Age: 79
Born: 1945
Born: January 27
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Indiana
United States
Clarissa Pinkola Estes
Women
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It is in the middle of misery that so much becomes clear. The one who says, 'Nothing good came of this' is not yet listening.
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Wolves and women are relational by nature, inquiring, possessed of great endurance and strength. They are deeply intuitive, intensely concerned with their young, their mate and their pack. Yet both have been hounded, harassed and falsely imputed to be devouring and devious, overly aggressive, of less value than those who are their detractors.
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Be proud of your scars. They have everything to do with your strength, and what you've endured. They're a treasure map to the deep self.
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Freud's translator accidentally omitted 'fashion' in the psychoanalytic list of primary instinctual drives along with the drive to sexuality there is the drive to wear odd garments that may cut off circulation, occlude vision, make toes grow sideways, cause riots.
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If you've lost focus, just sit down and be still. Take the idea and rock it to and fro. Keep some of it and throw some away, and it will renew itself. You need do no more.
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If logic was anything, all men would ride sidesaddles.
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My brain has no heart, and my heart has no brain. That's why when I speak my mind, I appear heartless and when I do what's in my heart I seem thoughtless.
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A woman who is starved for her real soul-life may look 'cleaned up and combed' on the outside, but on the inside she is filled with dozens of pleading hands and empty mouths.
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I hope you will go out and let stories happen to you, and that you will work them, water them with your blood and tears and you laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom.
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