You can safely assume that you’ve created God in your own image when it turns out that God hates all the same people you do.
ANNE LAMOTTYou are not your bank account, or your ambitiousness. You’re not the cold clay lump with a big belly you leave behind when you die. You’re not your collection of walking personality disorders. You are spirit, you are love.
More Anne Lamott Quotes
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The reason life works at all is that not everyone in your tribe is nuts on the same day.
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Here are the two best prayers I know: ‘Help me, help me, help me’ and ‘Thank you, thank you, thank you.
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Laughter is a bubbly, effervescent form of holiness.
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You can get the monkey off your back, but the circus never leaves town.
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Butterflies and birds are like one perfect teaspoon of creation.
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I think this is how we are supposed to be in the world-present and in awe.
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And she is going to dance, dance hungry, dance full, dance each cold astonishing moment, now when she is young and again when she is old.
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Radical self-care is quantum, and radiates out into the atmosphere, like a little fresh air. It is a huge gift to the world. When people respond by saying, “Well, isn’t she full of herself,” smile obliquely, like Mona Lisa, and make both of you a nice cup of tea.
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Expectations are resentments under construction.
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You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better.
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We are not here to see through one another, but to see one another through.
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Small is how blessings, healing, progress and increase occur.
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Gratitude, not understanding, is the secret to joy and equanimity.
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I do not at all understand the mystery of grace – only that it meets us where we are but does not leave us where it found us.
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A big heart is both a clunky and a delicate thing; it doesn’t protect itself and it doesn’t hide. It stands out, like a baby’s fontanel, where you can see the soul pulse through.
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