If you never stepped on anybody’s toes, you never been for a walk.
BARBARA KINGSOLVERMaybe life doesn’t get any better than this, or any worse, and what we get is just what we’re willing to find: small wonders, where they grow.
More Barbara Kingsolver Quotes
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Empathy is really the opposite of spiritual meanness. It’s the capacity to understand that every war is both won and lost. And that someone else’s pain is as meaningful as your own.
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Vengeance does not subtract any numbers from the equation of murder; it only adds them.
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Sometimes the strength of motherhood is greater than natural laws.
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It occurs to her that there is one thing about people you can never understand well enough: how entirely inside themselves they are.
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People ask without wanting to know.
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What you lose in blindness is the space around you, the place where you are, and without that you might not exist. You could be nowhere at all.
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there are people who read my work and accuse me of being political! As far as I’m concerned that’s like accusing a dog of having a bark!
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I learned to write by reading the kind of books I wished I’d written.
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Tall and straight I may appear, but I will always be Ada inside. A crooked little person trying to tell the truth. The power is in the balance: we are our injuries, as much as we are our successes
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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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…our best task is to move forward without insisting others slide backward.
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Sadness is more or less like a head cold – with patience, it passes. Depression is like cancer.
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People read books to escape the uncertainties of life.
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…prodigal summer, the season of extravagant procreation. It could wear out everything in its path with its passionate excesses, but nothing alive with wings or a heart or a seed curled into itself in the ground could resist welcoming it back when it came.
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Now I’m starting to think he wasn’t supposed to be my whole life, he was just this doorway to me.
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