Barbara Kingsolver Quotes About Soul

Quotes about: Soul

• I'm of a fearsome mind to throw my arms around every living librarian who crosses my path, on behalf of the souls they never knew they saved.

  Barbara Kingsolver

  Soul, Mind, Library

  Barbara Kingsolver (2011). “High Tide in Tucson”, p.39, Faber & Faber

• Households that have lost the soul of cooking from their routines may not know what they are missing: the song of a stir-fry sizzle, the small talk of clinking measuring spoons, the yeasty scent of rising dough, the painting of flavors onto a pizza before it slides into the oven.

  Barbara Kingsolver

  Song, Animal, Vegetables

  Barbara Kingsolver (2010). “Animal, Vegetable, Miracle: Our Year of Seasonal Eating”, p.130, Faber & Faber

• It's what you do that makes your soul.

  Barbara Kingsolver

  Dream, Soul, Rabbits

• I attempted briefly to consecrate myself in the public library, believing every crack in my soul could be chinked with a book.

  Barbara Kingsolver

  Believe, Book, Soul

  Barbara Kingsolver (2008). “The Poisonwood Bible”, p.11, Faber & Faber

• A mother's body remembers her babies-the folds of soft flesh, the softly furred scalp against her nose. Each child has it's own entreaties to body and soul.

  Barbara Kingsolver

  Mother, Baby, Children

  Barbara Kingsolver (2008). “The Poisonwood Bible”, p.320, Faber & Faber

• Tomorrow these villagers would carry their secret icons into the church without any priest and light the candles themselves, moving together in single-minded grace. Like the school of the fish, so driven to righteousness they could flout the law, declare the safety of their souls, then go home and destroy the evidence.

  Barbara Kingsolver

  Moving, Home, School

  Barbara Kingsolver (2009). “The Lacuna”, p.14, Faber & Faber

• Like Daniel she enteres the lions' den, but lacking Daniel's pure and unblemished soul, Ada is spiced with the flavors of vice that make for a tasty meal. Pure and unblemished souls must taste very bland, with an aftertaste of bitterness.

  Barbara Kingsolver

  Soul, Vices, Meals

  Barbara Kingsolver (2008). “The Poisonwood Bible”, p.106, Faber & Faber

• For time and eternity there have been fathers like Nathan who simply can see no way to have a daughter but to own her like a plot of land. To work her, plow her under, rain down a dreadful poison upon her. Miraculously, it causes these girls to grow. They elongate on the pale slender stalks of their longing, like sunflowers with heavy heads. You can shield them with your body and soul, trying to absorb that awful rain, but they'll still move toward him. Without cease they'll bend to his light.

  Barbara Kingsolver

  Girl, Daughter, Father

  Barbara Kingsolver (2008). “The Poisonwood Bible”, p.162, Faber & Faber

• He needs to go rub his soul against life.

  Barbara Kingsolver

  Soul, Needs

  Barbara Kingsolver (2009). “The Lacuna”, p.262, Faber & Faber

• 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

  Running, Dream, Dog

• But we've all ended up giving body and soul to Africa, one way or another. Even Adah, who's becoming an expert in tropical epidemiology and strange new viruses. Each of us got our heart buried in six feet of African dirt; we are all co-conspirators here. I mean, all of us, not just my family. So what do you do now? You get to find your own way to dig out a heart and shake it off and hold it up to the light again.

  Barbara Kingsolver

  Heart, Mean, Light

• There are some who'd hardly lift a finger for kindness, but they would haul up a load of rock to dump on some soul they think's been too lucky.

  Barbara Kingsolver

  Kindness, Thinking, Rocks

• Pure and unblemished souls must taste very bland, with an aftertaste of bitterness.

  Barbara Kingsolver

  Soul, Taste, Bitterness

  Barbara Kingsolver (2008). “The Poisonwood Bible”, p.117, Faber & Faber

• Those first few weeks are an unearthly season. From the outside you remain so ordinary, no one can tell from looking that you have experienced an earthquake of the soul. You've been torn asunder, invested with an ancient, incomprehensible magic. It's the one thing that we never quite get over: that we contain our own future.

  Barbara Kingsolver

  Earthquakes, Soul, Magic

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