Quotes by Barbara Kingsolver

In my own worst seasons I've come back from the colorless world of despair by forcing myself to look hard, for a long time, at a single glorious thing: a flame of red geranium outside my bedroom window.  and then another: my daughter in a yellow dress.  And another: the perfect outline of a full, dark sphere behind the crescent moon.  Until I learned to be in love with my life again.  Like a stroke victim retraining new parts of the brain to grasp lost skills, i have taught myself joy, over and over again. 

To live is to change, to acquire words of a story, and that is the only celebration we mortals really know.

The wrong words are impossible when there are no words.

"He had senile dementia and liked to go outside naked, but he could still do two things perfectly: win at checkers and write out prescriptions."

I could never work out whether we were to view religion as a life-insurance policy or a life sentence.

That's how it is: some people are content to wait till you ask, while others jump right in with the whole story.

We tap our toes to chaste love songs about the silvery moon without recognizing them as hymns to copulation.

Memory is a complicated thing, a relative of truth but not its twin.

We agreed with him in principal - we were little scientists, born and bred.  But children robbed of love will dwell on magic.

Every life is different because you passed this way and touched history.