I don’t remember who said this, but there really are places in the heart you don’t even know exist until you love a child.
ANNE LAMOTTYou 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.
More Anne Lamott Quotes
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Faith includes noticing the mess, the emptiness and discomfort, and letting it be there until some light returns.
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Expectations are resentments under construction.
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Dogs are the closest we come to knowing the divine love of God on this side of eternity.
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Everyone is flailing through this life without an owner’s manual, with whatever modicum of grace and good humor we can manage.
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Sometimes I think that Jesus watches my neurotic struggles, and shakes his head and grips his forehead and starts tossing back mojitos.
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I’m human, you’re human, let me greet your humanness. Let’s be people together for a while.
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Joy is the best makeup.
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My mind is a neighborhood I try not to go into alone.
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You can either practice being right or practice being kind.
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I am going to notice the lights of the earth, the sun and the moon and the stars, the lights of our candles as we march, the lights with which spring teases us, the light that is already present.
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If we stay where we are, where we’re stuck, where we’re comfortable and safe, we die there… When nothing new can get in, that’s death.
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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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Or you might shout at the top of your lungs or whisper into your sleeve, “I hate you, God.” That is a prayer too, because it is real, it is truth, and maybe it is the first sincere thought you’ve had in months.
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A good marriage is where both people feel like they’re getting the better end of the deal.
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What’s the difference between you and God? God never thinks he’s you.
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