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Sadness is more or less like a head cold – with patience, it passes. Depression is like cancer.

Barbara Kingsolver

It’s what you do that makes your soul.
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Dream Rabbits Soul
If you’re standing in the manure pile, it’s somebody’s job to mention the stink.
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Jobs Standing Stink
The happiest people are the ones with the most community.
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Community People
It’s one thing to carry your life wherever you go. Another thing to always go looking for it somewhere else.
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Else One Thing Somewhere
Friends, there is nothing like your own family to make you appreciate strangers!
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Appreciate Family Stranger
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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Believe Father Mistake
A writer’s occupational hazard: I think of eavesdropping as minding my business.
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Busybodies Hazards Thinking
Codi: Gives you the willies, doesn’t it? The thought of raising kids in a place where the front yard ends in a two-hundred-foot drop? [referring to cliff dwellings] Loyd: No worse than raising up kids where the front yard ends in a freeway.
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Civilization Kids Two
Given my own circumstances, I find that anything can turn out to belong nearly anywhere.
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Circumstances Given Turns
Alice wonders if other women in the middle of the night have begun to resent their Formica.
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Middle Night Wonder
I’ve about decided that’s the main thing that separates happy people from the other people: the feeling that you’re a practical item, with a use, like a sweater or a socket wrench.
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Feelings People Sweaters
You see mother, you had no life of your own. They have no idea. One has only a life of one’s own.
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Ideas Life Mother No Own
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.
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Eggs Life Perfect
That was when we smelled the rain. It was so strong it seemed like more than just a smell. When we stretched out our hands we could practically feel it rising up from the ground. I don’t know how a person could ever describe that scent.
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Hands Rain Strong
It is harrowing for me to try to teach 20-year-old students, who earnestly want to improve their writing. The best I can think to tell them is: Quit smoking, and observe posted speed limits. This will improve your odds of getting old enough to be wise.
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Thinking Wise Writing
Poetry feels like a country I visit without a passport, where I look around furtively, grab hold of something precious, and try to smuggle it back across the border. Any poem I get written down feels like contraband to me.
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Borders Country Trying

Sadness is more or less like a head cold – with patience, it passes. Depression is like cancer.

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