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

Barbara Kingsolver

Mots clés loss materialism



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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

Mots clés loss grief



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I thought I wouldn't live through it. But you do. You learn to love the place somebody leaves behind for you.

Barbara Kingsolver


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Nobody had planted these flowers, I felt sure, nor harvested them either; these were works that the Lord had gone ahead and finished on His own. He must have lacked faith in mankind's follow-through capabilities, on the day he created flowers.

Barbara Kingsolver


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...the twins too, they've never cared a hoot what they looked like. They spent so much time staring at each other's faces before they were born they can go the rest of their lives passing up mirrors without a glance.

Barbara Kingsolver


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This is how moths speak to each other. They tell their love across the fields by scent. There is no mouth, the wrong words are impossible, either a mate is there or he is not, and if so the pair will find each other in the dark.

Barbara Kingsolver


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It's frightening when things you love appear suddenly changed from what you have always known.

Barbara Kingsolver


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Do you think its possible to live without wanting to put your name on your paintings? To belong to a group so securely you don't need to rise above it?

Barbara Kingsolver


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He was my father. I own half his genes, and all of his history. Believe this: the mistakes are part of the story. I am born of a man who believed he could tell nothing but the truth, while he set down for all time the Poisonwood Bible.

Barbara Kingsolver

Mots clés self-righteousness inheritance



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This household is like a pocketful of coins that jingled together for a time, but now have been slapped on a counter to pay a price. The pocket empties out, the coins venture back into the infinite circulation of currency, separate, invisible, and untraceable.

Barbara Kingsolver


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