Value is not made of money, but a tender balance of expectation and longing.
BARBARA KINGSOLVERYou could love your crazy people, even admire them, instead of resenting that they’re not self-sufficient.
More Barbara Kingsolver Quotes
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Pain reaches the heart with electrical speed, but truth moves to the heart as slowly as a glacier.
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No human eye had looked at this moth before; no one would see its friends. So much detail goes unnoticed in the world.
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Back then I was still appalled that God would set down his barefoot boy and girl dollies into an Eden where, presumably, He had just turned loose elephantiasis and microes that eat the human cornea. Now I understand, God is not just rooting fo the dollies.
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Memories do not always soften with time; some grow edges like knives.
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Will you explain to me why people encourage delusional behaviour in children, and medicate it in adults?
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Everything truly important is washable.
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Hope is a renewable option: If you run out of it at the end of the day, you get to start over in the morning.
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Sugar, it’s no parade but you’ll get down the street one way or another, so you’d just as well throw your shoulders back and pick up the pace.
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Time cures you first, and then it kills you.
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A person could spend most of a lifetime in retrospective terror, thinking of all the things one nearly didn’t do.
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If you never stepped on anybody’s toes, you never been for a walk.
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I’m widest awake as a writer doing something new, engaged in a process I’m not sure I can finish, generating at the edge of my powers. Some people bungee jump; I write.
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The changes we dread most may contain our salvation.
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You never knew which split second might be the zigzag bolt dividing all that went before from the everything that comes next.
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Households that have lost the soul of cooking from their routines may not know what they are missing: the song of a stir-fry sizzle, the small talk of clinking measuring spoons, the yeasty scent of rising dough, the painting of flavors onto a pizza before it slides into the oven.
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