There are days when I am envious of my hens: when I hunger for a purpose as perfect and sure as a single daily egg.
BARBARA KINGSOLVERDownstream is always someone else’s up.
More Barbara Kingsolver Quotes
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What I want is so simple I almost can’t say it: elementary kindness.
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Wars and elections are both too big and too small to matter in the long run. The daily work – that goes on, it adds up.
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Forgive me, O Heavenly Father, according to the multitude of Thy mercies. I have lusted in my heart to break a man’s skull and scatter the stench of his brains across several people’s back yards.
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A flower is a plant’s way of making love.
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This is how moths speak to each other. They tell their love across the fields by scent. There is no mouth, the wrong words are impossible, either a mate is there or he is not, and if so the pair will find each other in the dark.
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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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It’s a funny thing: people often ask how I discipline myself to write. I can’t begin to understand the question. For me, the discipline is turning off the computer and leaving my desk to do something else.
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Some of us know how we came by our fortune and some of us don’t; but we wear it all the same
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The truth needs so little rehearsal.
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Wherever I am, let me never forget to distinguish want from need
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Does a man become a revolutionary out of the belief he’s entitled to joy rather than submission?
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For Lou Ann, life itself was a life-threatening enterprise.
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As long as I kept moving, my grief streamed out behind me like a swimmer’s long hair in water. I knew the weight was there but it didn’t touch me. Only when I stopped did the slick, dark stuff of it come floating around my face, catching my arms and throat till I began to drown. So I just didn’t stop.
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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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Time cures you first, and then it kills you.
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