Barbara Kingsolver Quotes About Babies

Quotes about: Babies

• But the last one: the baby who trails her scent like a flag of surrender through your life when there will be no more coming after - oh, that's love by a different name. She is the babe you hold in your arms for an hour after she's gone to sleep. If you put her down in the crib, she might wake up changed and fly away. So instead you rock my the window, drinking the light from her skin, breathing her exhaled dreams. Your heart bays to the double crescent moons of closed lashes on her cheeks. She's the one you can't put down.

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  Dream, Baby, Drinking

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

• A first child is your own best foot forward, and how you do cheer those little feet as they strike out. You examine every turn of flesh for precocity, and crow it to the world. But the last one: the baby who trails her scent like a flag of surrender through your life when there will be no more coming after--oh, that' s love by a different name.

  Barbara Kingsolver

  Baby, Cheer, Children

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

• In exchange for his first taste of powdered milk, Pascal showed me a tree we could climb to find a bird's nest. After we handled and examined the pink-skinned baby birds, he popped one of them into his mouth like a jujube. It seemed to please him a lot. He offered a baby bird to me, pantomiming that I should eat it. I understood perfectly well what he meant, but I refused. He did not seem disappointed to have to eat the whole brood himself.

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  Baby, Bird, Tree

• Most of the girls my age, or even younger, have babies. They appear way too young to be married, till you look in their eyes. Then you'll see it. Their eyes look happy and sad at the same time, but unexcited by anything, shifting easily off to the side as if they've already seen most of what there is. Married eyes.

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  Girl, Baby, Eye

  Barbara Kingsolver (2008). “The Poisonwood Bible”, p.94, Faber & Faber

• Sometimes I prayed for Baby Jesus to make me good, but Baby Jesus didn't.

  Barbara Kingsolver

  Baby, Jesus, Sometimes

  Barbara Kingsolver (2008). “The Poisonwood Bible”, p.132, Faber & Faber

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