Quotes about Reflection
The wonder to me now is that I thought my life worth saving...Desperate to save myself in a river of people saving themselves. And if they chanced to look down and see me struggling underneath them, they saw that even the crooked girl believed her own life was precious.
— Barbara Kingsolver
You can't let your heart go bad like that, like sour milk. There's always a chance you'll want to use it later.
— Barbara Kingsolver
It is in his absence I prosper.
— Barbara Kingsolver
if you look hard enough you can always see reasons, but you'll go crazy if you think it's all punishment for your sins.
— Barbara Kingsolver
Memory is a complicated thing, a relative truth but not its twin.
— Barbara Kingsolver
Poor thing, thought Garnett, to have to commit yourself so hard to one moment of poor judgment.
— Barbara Kingsolver
He thinks people's dreams are made out of what they do all day. The same way a dog that runs after rabbits will dream of rabbits. It's what you do that makes your soul, not the other way around.
— Barbara Kingsolver
They both went quiet, imagining a river of irises. Thatcher lay watching the sky through the leaves, white clouds skipping across small lenses of light. Here was a world, where he'd asked for nothing. He would escape with his life before the dust had settled on the collapse of his falling house.
— Barbara Kingsolver
Every one of us is called upon, probably many times, to start a new life. A frightening diagnosis, a marriage, a move, loss of a job or a limb or a loved one, a graduation, bringing a new baby home: it's impossible to think at first how this all will be possible. Eventually, what moves it all forward is the subterranean ebb and flow of being alive among the living.
— Barbara Kingsolver
I hadn't thought before about how self-sufficiency could turn on you in old age or sickness.
— Barbara Kingsolver
Somehow it had come to pass that this man was her whole world, and she had failed to take his measure.
— Barbara Kingsolver
Emelina and I took each other in. All morning I'd felt the strange disjuncture that comes from reconnecting with your past. There's such a gulf between yourself and who you were then, but people speak to that other person and it answers; it's like having a stranger as a house guest in your skin.
— Barbara Kingsolver