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.
BARBARA KINGSOLVERBe still, and the world is bound to turn herself inside out to entertain you. Everywhere you look, joyful noise is clanging to drown out quiet desperation.
More Barbara Kingsolver Quotes
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Everything truly important is washable.
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For Lou Ann, life itself was a life-threatening enterprise.
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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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Close the door. Write with no one looking over your shoulder. Don’t try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what you have to say. It’s the one and only thing you have to offer.
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Thanks for this day, for all birds safe in their nests, for whatever this is, for life.
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Mr. Shepherd, ye cannot stop a bad thought from coming into your head. But ye need not pull up a chair and bide it sit down.” – Mrs. Brown
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Life proceeds, it enrages. The untouched ones spend their luck without a thought, believing they deserve it.
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I had decided early on that if I couldn’t dress elegant, I’d dress memorable.
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…nothing momentous comes in this world unless it comes on the shoulders of kindness.
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There was a roaring in my ears and I lost track of what they were saying. I believe it was the physical manifestation of unbearable grief.
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Eaters must understand, how we eat determines how the world is used.
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You can’t replace people you love with other people…But you can trust that you’re not going to run out of people to love.
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Given my own circumstances, I find that anything can turn out to belong nearly anywhere.
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We agreed with him in principal – we were little scientists, born and bred. But children robbed of love will dwell on magic.
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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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