What fills us is real, sweet, dopey, funny life.
ANNE LAMOTTPrayer means that, in some unique way, we believe we’re invited into a relationship with someone who hears us when we speak in silence.
More Anne Lamott Quotes
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I’m not going to change the way people think about me, but I can say you know what? I’m not going to carry that in my backpack.
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Creative expression, whether that means writing, dancing, bird-watching, or cooking, can give a person almost everything that he or she has been searching for: enlivenment, peace, meaning, and the incalculable wealth of time spent quietly in beauty.
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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.
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Again and again I tell God I need help, and God says, ‘Well, isn’t that fabulous? Because I need help too. So you go get that old woman over there some water, and I’ll figure out what we’re going to do about your stuff.
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Forgiveness is giving up all hope of having had a better past.
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Writing and reading decrease our sense of isolation. They deepen and widen and expand our sense of life: they feed the soul.
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How do you begin? The answer is simple: you decide to.
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When faced with a crisis, do three things: breathe, pray and be kind.
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No is a complete sentence.
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You can get the monkey off your back, but the circus never leaves town.
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I don’t know much, but I understand how entirely doomed I am without God.
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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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Laughter is a bubbly, effervescent form of holiness.
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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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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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