Barbara Kingsolver
Barbara Kingsolver
Barbara Kingsolveris an American novelist, essayist and poet. She was raised in rural Kentucky and lived briefly in the Congo in her early childhood. Kingsolver earned degrees in biology at DePauw University and the University of Arizona and worked as a freelance writer before she began writing novels. Her widely known works include The Poisonwood Bible, the tale of a missionary family in the Congo, and Animal, Vegetable, Miracle, a non-fiction account of her family's attempts to eat locally...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth8 April 1955
CountryUnited States of America
I thought: this is how life is, ridiculous beyond comprehension.
Every life is different because you passed this way and touched history.
People read books to escape the uncertainties of life.
Listen. To live is to be marked. To live is to change, to acquire the words of a story, and that is the only celebration we mortals really know. In perfect stillness, frankly, I've only found sorrow.
God doesn’t need to punish us. He just grants us a long enough life to punish ourselves.
There are days when I am envious of my hens: when I hunger for a purpose as perfect and sure as a single daily egg.
For Lou Ann, life itself was a life-threatening enterprise.
A person could spend most of a lifetime in retrospective terror, thinking of all the things one nearly didn't do.
The very least you can do in your life is to figure out what you hope for!
I could never work out whether we were to view religion as a life-insurance policy or a life sentence.
The daily work - that goes on, it adds up.
A certain feeling comes from throwing your good life away, and it is one part rapture.
Wars and elections are both too big and too small to matter in the long run. The daily work - that goes on, it adds up.
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(15).