April is the cruelest month, T.S. Eliot wrote, by which I think he meant (among other things) that springtime makes people crazy. We expect too much, the world burgeons with promises it can't keep, all passion is really a setup, and we're doomed to get our hearts broken yet again. I agree, and would further add: Who cares? Every spring I go out there anyway, around the bend, unconditionally. ... Come the end of the dark days, I am more than joyful. I'm nuts.
I prefer to remain anomalous. - Barbara Kingsolver
I prefer to remain anomalous.
- Barbara Kingsolver
The longer you live, the more likely you are to have something to say. - Barbara Kingsolver
The longer you live, the more likely you are to have something to say.
In a world as wrong as this one, all we can do is make things as right as we can. - Barbara Kingsolver
In a world as wrong as this one, all we can do is make things as right as we can.
One of the very first things I figured out about life...is that it's better to be a hopeful person than a cynical, grumpy one, because you have to li… - Barbara Kingsolver
One of the very first things I figured out about life...is that it's better to be a hopeful person than a cynical, grumpy one, because you have to li…
Hope is a renewable option: If you run out of it at the end of the day, you get to start over in the morning. - Barbara Kingsolver
Hope is a renewable option: If you run out of it at the end of the day, you get to start over in the morning.
Don't try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what you have to say. - Barbara Kingsolver
Don't try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what you have to say.
Downstream is always someone else's up. - Barbara Kingsolver
Downstream is always someone else's up.
Maybe life doesn't get any better than this, or any worse, and what we get is just what we're willing to find: small wonders, where they grow. - Barbara Kingsolver
Maybe life doesn't get any better than this, or any worse, and what we get is just what we're willing to find: small wonders, where they grow.
She is inhumanly alone. And then, all at once, she isn't. - Barbara Kingsolver
She is inhumanly alone. And then, all at once, she isn't.
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