She kept swimming out into life because she hadn’t yet found a rock to stand on.
BARBARA KINGSOLVERWhat you lose in blindness is the space around you, the place where you are, and without that you might not exist. You could be nowhere at all.
More Barbara Kingsolver Quotes
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Alice wonders if other women in the middle of the night have begun to resent their Formica.
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A dog can’t think that much about what he’s doing, he just does what feels right.
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Last time I talked to her she didn’t sound like herself. She’s depressed. It’s awful what happens when people run out of money. They start thinking they’re no good.
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I’m of a fearsome mind to throw my arms around every living librarian who crosses my path, on behalf of the souls they never knew they saved.
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I learned to produce whether I wanted to or not. It would be easy to say oh, I have writer’s block, oh, I have to wait for my muse. I don’t. Chain that muse to your desk and get the job done.
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I have seen women looking at jewelry ads with a misty eye and one hand resting on the heart, and I only know what they’re feeling because that’s how I read the seed catalogs in January.
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I had decided early on that if I couldn’t dress elegant, I’d dress memorable.
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As a biologist, I can’t think of myself as anything but an animal among animals and plant.
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We agreed with him in principal – we were little scientists, born and bred. But children robbed of love will dwell on magic.
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Your dreams, what you hope for and all that, it’s not separate from your life. It grows right up out of it.
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If you’re standing in the manure pile, it’s somebody’s job to mention the stink.
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The way I see it, a person isn’t nothing more than a scarecrow… The only difference between one that stands up good and one that blows over is what kind of a stick they’re stuck up there on.
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…prodigal summer, the season of extravagant procreation. It could wear out everything in its path with its passionate excesses, but nothing alive with wings or a heart or a seed curled into itself in the ground could resist welcoming it back when it came.
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Mr. Shepherd, ye cannot stop a bad thought from coming into your head. But ye need not pull up a chair and bide it sit down.” – Mrs. Brown
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Downstream is always someone else’s up.
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