It’s a funny thing: people often ask how I discipline myself to write. I can’t begin to understand the question. For me, the discipline is turning off the computer and leaving my desk to do something else.
BARBARA KINGSOLVER…nothing momentous comes in this world unless it comes on the shoulders of kindness.
More Barbara Kingsolver Quotes
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If it’s important, your heart remembers.
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The moth settled onto the curtain and sat still. It was an astonishing creature, with black and white wings patterned in geometric shapes, scarlet underwings, and a fat white body with black spots running down it like a snowman’s coal buttons.
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The truth needs so little rehearsal.
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I live in a rural part of Virginia surrounded by farms and farmers.
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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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Last time I talked to her she didn’t sound like herself. She’s depressed. It’s awful what happens when people run out of money. They start thinking they’re no good.
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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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Everything truly important is washable.
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How pointless life could be, what a foolish business of inventing things to love, just so you could dread losing them.
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…our best task is to move forward without insisting others slide backward.
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There’s always more to a story than a body can see from the fenceline.
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It’s frightening when things you love appear suddenly changed from what you have always known.
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If you want sweet dreams, you’ve got to live a sweet life.
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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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As long as I kept moving, my grief streamed out behind me like a swimmer’s long hair in water. I knew the weight was there but it didn’t touch me. Only when I stopped did the slick, dark stuff of it come floating around my face, catching my arms and throat till I began to drown. So I just didn’t stop.
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