If the Lord hasn't got a boyfriend lined up for me to marry, that's his business. — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
This is how moths speak to each other. They tell their love across the fields by scent. There is no mouth, the… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
With all due respect for the wondrous ways people have invented to amuse themselves and one another on paved surfaces, I find… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“Mother, you can still hold hold on but forgive, forgive and give for long as long as we both shall live, I… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“she considered a language that could carry nothing but love and simple truth.” — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“If men only knew, modesty makes women fall in love faster than all the cock-a-doodling in the world.” — 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
“Every few weeks I get a letter from Léopoldville, which holds me on track. My heart races when I see the long… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
It's a great freedom to give up on love, and get on with everything else. — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“Water, in Grace, is an all-or-nothing proposition, like happiness. When you have rain you have more than enough, just as when you're… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“There's people I love. But there's so many other kinds of love, too. And people act so hateful to every kind but… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
We agreed with him in principal - we were little scientists, born and bred. But children robbed of love will dwell on… — 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
A miscarriage is a natural and common event. All told, probably more women have lost a child from this world than haven't.… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
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… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
At some point in my life I'd honestly hoped love would rescue me from the cold, drafty castle I lived in. But… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“What other man, ever again, would just do as she commanded, no questions asked? She felt overwhelmed with love and loss and… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
I've always seen the world through the eyes of a scientist. I love the predictable outcomes that science gives us, the control… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
In the day-to-day, farm work is stress relief for me. At the end of the day, I love having this other career… — 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
