She kept swimming out into life because she hadn't yet found a rock to stand on. — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
Every life is different because you passed this way and touched history. — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
I thought: this is how life is, ridiculous beyond comprehension. — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
Thanks for this day, for all birds safe in their nests, for whatever this is, for life. — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
A certain feeling comes from throwing your good life away, and it is one part rapture. — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
Your dreams, what you hope for and all that, it's not separate from your life. It grows right up out of it. — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“Here, bodily damage is more or less considered to be a by-product of living, not a disgrace.” — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
It's one thing to carry your life wherever you go. Another thing to always go looking for it somewhere else. — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
Now I'm starting to think he wasn't supposed to be my whole life, he was just this doorway to me. — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“She would just be catching up when I'd go again, swimming farther out into life because I still hadn't found a rock… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“If you ask me, that's reason enough to keep a kitchen at the center of a family's life, as a place to… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
my own relationships with the animals in my life are absurdly complex: Some I love, some I eat, and the scraps left… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
Mistakes wreck your life. But they make what you have. It's kind of all one. You know what Hester told me when… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
Solitude is a human presumption. Every quiet step is thunder to beetle life underfoot, a tug of impalpable thread on the web… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“The wonder to me now is that I thought my life worth saving...Desperate to save myself in a river of people saving… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
The important thing isn't the house. It's the ability to make it. You carry that in your brains and in your hands,… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
This is what it means to be alone: everyone is connected to everyone else, their bodies are a bright liquid life flowing… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
The death of something living is the price of our own survival, and we pay it again and again. We have no… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“Her body moved with the frankness that comes from solitary habits. But solitude is only a human presumption. Every quiet step is… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
In my own worst seasons I've come back from the colorless world of despair by forcing myself to look hard, for a… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
Every one of us is called upon, perhaps many times, to start a new life. A frightening diagnosis, a marriage, a move,… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
Literature duplicates the experience of living in a way that nothing else can, drawing you so fully into another life that you… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“I don't expect to see perfection before I die. Lord, if I did I would have stuck my head in the oven… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“This was a living flow, like a pulse through veins, with the cells bursting and renewing themselves as they went. The sudden… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
But the last one: the baby who trails her scent like a flag of surrender through your life when there will be… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“But a Congolese life is like the useless Congolese bill, which you can pile by the fistful or the bucketful into a… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“That night marks my life's dark center, the moment when growing up ended and the long downward slope toward death began. The… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“On the day of the hunt I came to know in the slick center of my bones this one thing: all animals… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“A novel works it's magic by putting a reader inside another person's life. The pace is as slow as life. It's as… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“People need wild places. Whether or not we think we do, we do. We need to be able to taste grace and… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“We're a nation with an eating disorder, and we know it. The multiple maladies caused by bad eating are taking a dire… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“First, picture the forest. I want you to be its conscience, the eyes in the trees. The trees are columns of slick,… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
The very least you can do in your life is to figure out what you hope for. And the most you can… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“Listen: being dead is not worse than being alive. It is different though. You could say the view is larger.” — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“Cub retreated to the familiar grounds of remorse and insufficiency, the terms of his existence, ratified by marriage.” — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
If we can't, as artists, improve on real life, we should put down our pencils and go bake bread. — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“And I have no idea how to be kind to myself. Living, as a general enterprise, seems unkind beyond belief.” — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“Jesus was a more reliable backer, evidently, less likely to drink himself unconscious or get liver cancer. No wonder people chose Him as their… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
Now I'm starting to think he wasn't supposed to be my whole life, he was just this doorway to me. — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
Cooking is 80 percent confidence, a skill best acquired starting from when the apron strings wrap around you twice. — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“In Bobby Ogle's version of heaven everyone would wind up in one place, criminals and Muslims included.” — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“It's what you do that makes your soul, not the other way around.” — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“Lusa turned to Crys, her eyes shining. "That was a luna." Crys shrugged. "So?" "So? So what? You want it should sing, too?” — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“An imperfectly remembered life is a useless treachery. Every day, more fragments of the past roll around heavily in the chambers of an empty… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
Respecting the dignity of a spectacular food means enjoying it at its best. Europeans celebrate the short season of abundant asparagus as a form… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“Somehow it had come to pass that this man was her whole world, and she had failed to take his measure.” — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
After 'The Poisonwood Bible' was published, several people believed that my parents were missionaries, which could not be further from the truth. — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
