The way I see it, a person isn’t nothing more than a scarecrow… The only difference between one that stands up good and one that blows over is what kind of a stick they’re stuck up there on.
BARBARA KINGSOLVERA person could spend most of a lifetime in retrospective terror, thinking of all the things one nearly didn’t do.
More Barbara Kingsolver Quotes
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You could love your crazy people, even admire them, instead of resenting that they’re not self-sufficient.
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I prefer to remain anomalous.
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The very least you can do in your life is to figure out what you hope for!
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Sleeping alone seemed unnatural to me, and pitiful, something done in hospitals or when you’re contagious.
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Does a man become a revolutionary out of the belief he’s entitled to joy rather than submission?
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Memories do not always soften with time; some grow edges like knives.
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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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The thing is, it’s my own fault. I just can’t put up with a person that won’t go out of his way for me. And that’s what a man is. Somebody that won’t go out of his way for you. I bet it says that in the dictionary.
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Memory is a complicated thing, a relative to truth, but not its twin.
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I never think that anything I’m writing is bluntly political in any way. I’m not going for commentary.
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Wars and elections are both too big and too small to matter in the long run. The daily work – that goes on, it adds up.
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It’s what you do that makes your soul.
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A flower is a plant’s way of making love.
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There is no point treating a depressed person as though she were just feeling sad, saying, ‘There now, hang on, you’ll get over it.’ Sadness is more or less like a head cold- with patience, it passes. Depression is like cancer.
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The substance of grief is not imaginary. It’s as real as rope or the absence of air, and like both those things, it can kill.
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