Now I’m starting to think he wasn’t supposed to be my whole life, he was just this doorway to me.
BARBARA KINGSOLVEROur house is like an empty cigarette packet, lying around reminding you what’s not in it.
More Barbara Kingsolver Quotes
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The most important part of a story is the piece of it you don’t know.
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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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It’s what you do that makes your soul.
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Why is it that only girls stand on the sides of their feet? As if they’re afraid to plant themselves?
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Listen. Slide the weight from your shoulders and move forward. You are afraid you might forget, but you never will. You will forgive and remember.
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A good title holds magic, some cognitive dissonance, a little grit between the teeth, but above all it is the jumping-off place into wonder.
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Because I could not stop for death he kindly stopped for me, or paused at least to strike a glancing blow with his sky-blue mouth as he passed.
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Anybody can get worked up, if they have the intention. It’s peacefulness that is hard to come by on purpose.
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It seems very safe to me to be surrounded by green growing things and water.
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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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Sometimes the strength of motherhood is greater than natural laws.
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The average food item on a U.S. grocery shelf has traveled farther than most families go on their annual vacations.
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Don’t try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what you have to say.
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He was my father. I own half his genes, and all of his history. Believe this: the mistakes are part of the story. I am born of a man who believed he could tell nothing but the truth, while he set down for all time the Poisonwood Bible.
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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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