Barbara Kingsolver Quotes About Water

Quotes about: Water

• As long as I kept moving, my grief streamed out behind me like a swimmer's long hair in water. I knew the weight was there but it didn't touch me. Only when I stopped did the slick, dark stuff of it come floating around my face, catching my arms and throat till I began to drown. So I just didn't stop.

  Barbara Kingsolver

  Moving, Grief, Dark

  Barbara Kingsolver (2008). “The Poisonwood Bible”, p.288, Faber & Faber

• Stop a minute, right where you are. Relax your shoulders, shake your head and spine like a dog shaking off cold water. Tell that imperious voice in your head to be still.

  Barbara Kingsolver

  Dog, Voice, Water

  Barbara Kingsolver (2011). “High Tide in Tucson”, p.192, Faber & Faber

• It seems very safe to me to be surrounded by green growing things and water.

  Barbara Kingsolver

  Water, Growing, Safe

• He warned Mother not to flout God's Will by expecting too much of us. "Sending a girl to college is like pouring water in your shoes,' he still loves to say, as often as possible. 'It's hard to say which is worse, seeing it run out and waste the water, or seeing it hold in and wreck the shoes.

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  Girl, Mother, Running

  Barbara Kingsolver (2008). “The Poisonwood Bible”, p.48, Faber & Faber

• We aimed for no more than to have dominion over every creature that moved upon the earth. And so it came to pass that we stepped down there on a place we believed unformed, where only darkness moved on the face of the waters. Now you laugh, day and night, while you gnaw on my bones. But what else could we have thought? Only that it began and ended with us. What do we know, even now? Ask the children. Look at what they grew up to be. We can only speak of the things we carried with us, and the things we took away.

  Barbara Kingsolver

  Children, Night, Water

  Barbara Kingsolver (2008). “The Poisonwood Bible”, p.14, Faber & Faber

• Arguments could fill a marriage like water, running through everything, always, with no taste or color but lots of noise.

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  Running, Color, Water

  Barbara Kingsolver (2008). “Prodigal Summer”, p.43, Faber & Faber

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