Morality is not a large, constructed *thing* you have or have not, but simply a capacity. Something you carry with you in your brain and in your hands. Barbara Kingsolver More Quotes by Barbara Kingsolver More Quotes From Barbara Kingsolver I lost a child," she said, meeting Lusa's eyes directly. "I thought I wouldn't live through it. But you do. You learn to love the place somebody leaves behind for you. Barbara Kingsolver bereavement eye children He was getting that look he gets, oh boy, like Here comes Moses tromping down off of Mount Syanide with ten fresh ways to wreck your life. Barbara Kingsolver wrecks boys looks Wake up now, look alive, for here is a day off work just to praise Creation: the turkey, the squash, and the corn, these things that ate and drank sunshine, grass, mud, and rain, and then in the shortening days laid down their lives for our welfare and onward resolve. There's the miracle for you, the absolute sacrifice that still holds back seed: a germ of promise to do the whole thing again, another time. . . Thanksgiving is Creation's birthday party. Praise harvest, a pause and sigh on the breath of immortality. Barbara Kingsolver sunshine party rain He lifts her breasts, which fit perfectly into his hands, though he knows this is no promise that he gets to keep them. A million things you can't have will fit in a human hand. Barbara Kingsolver fit hands promise So one time when I was working in this motel one of the toilets leaked and I had to replace the flapper ball. Here's what it said on the package; I kept it till I knew it by heart: 'Please Note. Parts are included for all installations, but no installation requires all of the parts.' That's kind of my philosophy about men. I don't think there's an installation out there that could use all my parts. Barbara Kingsolver heart men philosophy Oh, that river of wishes, the slippery crocodile dream of it, how it might have carried my body down through all the glittering sand bars to the sea. Barbara Kingsolver sea dream rivers I thought: this is how life is, ridiculous beyond comprehension. Barbara Kingsolver comprehension ridiculous life-is Children can be your heartache. But that doesn't matter, you have to go on and have them . . . it works out. Barbara Kingsolver heartache work-out children Sadness is more or less like a head cold - with patience, it passes. Depression is like cancer. Barbara Kingsolver cancer sadness depression The standard approach has been to pump up the dosage of chemicals ... Twenty percent of these approved-for-use pesticides are listed by the EPA as carcinogenic in humans. 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Barbara Kingsolver thievery combination bizarre I had decided early on that if I couldn’t dress elegant, I’d dress memorable. Barbara Kingsolver decided dresses memorable In the places that call me out, I know I'll recover my wordless childhood trust in the largeness of life and its willingness to take me in. Barbara Kingsolver gardening childhood religion Our childhood had passed over into history overnight. The transition was unnoticed by anyone but ourselves. Barbara Kingsolver unnoticed childhood transition It's as if cats live in a seperate universe that takes up the same space as ours, but is full of facinating things like mice or sparrows or special TV programs that we can't see. Barbara Kingsolver cat space special Why does a person even get up in the morning? You have breakfast, you floss your teeth so you'll have healthy gums in your old age, and then you get in your car and drive down I-10 and die. Life is so stupid I can't stand it. Barbara Kingsolver car stupid morning In exchange for his first taste of powdered milk, Pascal showed me a tree we could climb to find a bird's nest. After we handled and examined the pink-skinned baby birds, he popped one of them into his mouth like a jujube. It seemed to please him a lot. He offered a baby bird to me, pantomiming that I should eat it. I understood perfectly well what he meant, but I refused. He did not seem disappointed to have to eat the whole brood himself. Barbara Kingsolver tree bird baby
