Barbara Kingsolver

A mother's body remembers her babies-the folds of soft flesh, the softly furred scalp against her nose. Each child has it's own entreaties to body and soul. ↗

— Barbara Kingsolver

#motherhood #motherhood

There is a strange moment in time, after something horrible happens, when you know it's true, but you haven't told anyone yet. ↗

— Barbara Kingsolver

#bible

If we can't, as artists, improve on real life, we should put down our pencils and go bake bread. ↗

— Barbara Kingsolver

#art

Misunderstanding is my cornerstone. It's everyone's, come to think of it. Illusions mistaken for truth are the pavement under our feet. ↗

— Barbara Kingsolver

#bible

The truth needs so little rehearsal. ↗

— Barbara Kingsolver

#needs #rehearsal #truth

Sugar, it's no parade but you'll get down the street one way or another, so you'd just as well throw your shoulders back and pick up the pace. ↗

— Barbara Kingsolver

#inspirational

If you never stepped on anybody's toes, you never been for a walk. ↗

— Barbara Kingsolver

#tact #humor

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

#loss #love

How pointless life could be, what a foolish business of inventing things to love, just so you could dread losing them. ↗

— Barbara Kingsolver

#materialism #business

No other continent has endured such an unspeakably bizarre combination of foreign thievery and foreign goodwill. ↗

— Barbara Kingsolver

#bible