“She looked like Cinderella in reverse, stepped out from her life at the ball for a day of misery among the ashes.” — 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
“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
Good fiction creates empathy. A novel takes you somewhere and asks you to look through the eyes of another person, to live… — 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
What life can I live that will let me breathe in and out and love somebody or something and not run off… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“She never says gracias because life is made of survival not grace, she says, and servants are paid to bring what they're… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“Looking out on a clean plank of planet earth, we can get shaken right down to the bone by the bronze-eyed possibility… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“We felt tired to our bones but anointed by life in a durable, companionable way, for at least the present moment. We… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“Every life is different because you passed this way and touched history. Even the child Ruth May touched history. Everyone is complicit.… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
When we traded homemaking for careers, we were implicitly promised economic independence and worldly influence. But a devil of a bargain it… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
What keeps you going isn't some fine destination but just the road you're on, and the fact that you know how to… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“We would not wake up from this nightmare to find out it was someone's real life, and for once that someone wasn't… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“a single-file army of ants biting a mammoth tree into uniform grains and hauling it down to the dark for their ravenous… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
I could never work out whether we were to view religion as a life-insurance policy or a life sentence. I can understand… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“I’ve seen many a small life meet its doom at the end of a beak in our yard, not just beetles and… — 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
“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
When you pick up a novel from the bed side table, you put down your own life at the same time and… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“Which makes you wonder, are they really speaking real words or do little kids just start out naturally understanding each other before… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
I don't *ever* write about real people. Art is supposed to be better than that. If you want a slice of life,… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
A choir of seedlings arching their necks out of rotted tree stumps, sucking life out of death. I am the forest's conscience,… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
Maybe life doesn't get any better than this, or any worse, and what we get is just what we're willing to find:… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
Something in me was always watching life from the outside, permanently obsessed with the notion of belonging vs. not-belonging [to a group].… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“Solitude is only a human presumption. Every quiet step is thunder to beetle life underfoot; every choice is a world made new… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“The very least you can do in your life is figure out what you hope for. And the most you can do… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
Don’t try to make life a mathematics problem with yourself in the center and everything coming out equal. When you’re good, bad… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
There are days when I am envious of my hens: when I hunger for a purpose as perfect and sure as a… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
A flower is your cousin...Sometimes a person has got to take a life, like a chicken's or a hog's when you need… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“A life was a life. She'd been orphaned at an age to internalize death as poor material for a joke. And likewise,… — 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
“The flowers were beaten down, their bent-over heads bejeweled with diamond droplets like earring on sad, rich widows” — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“We gave up the aroma of warm bread rising, the measured pace of nurturing routines, the creative task of molding our families’… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
It's the same struggle for each of us, and the same path out: the utterly simple, infinitely wise, ultimately defiant act of… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
Listen. To live is to be marked. To live is to change, to acquire the words of a story, and that is… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
Wars and elections are both too big and too small to matter in the long run. The daily work - that goes… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
To be hopeful, to embrace one possibility after another- that is surely the basic instinct! Time to move out into the glorious… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
The bad thing about small-town life is that everybody knows your business...I suppose that is my central obsession. What we owe to… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I've survived anger only one minute at a time, by saying to myself again and again that the best kind of… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“mountains. They stand at every view, like a mother offering a blanket in which to wrap everyday life and shelter it from… — 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
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
Cooking is 80 percent confidence, a skill best acquired starting from when the apron strings wrap around you twice. — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share
“In Bobby Ogle's version of heaven everyone would wind up in one place, criminals and Muslims included.” — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share
“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
“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
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
“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
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
I can count all the ways in which being a mother has enriched my understanding of the world, of character, my sense of the… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share
But we've all ended up giving body and soul to Africa, one way or another. Even Adah, who's becoming an expert in tropical epidemiology… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share
If the Lord hasn't got a boyfriend lined up for me to marry, that's his business. — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share
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