"Hope is a renewable option: If you run out of it at the end of the day, you get to start over in the morning."
"Mexico admits you through an arched stone orifice into the tree-filled courtyard of its heart, where a dog pisses against a wall and a waiter hustles through a curtain of jasmine to bring a bowl of tortilla soup, steaming with cilantro and lime. Cats stalk lizards among the clay pots around the fountain, doves settle into the flowering vines and coo their prayers, thankful for the existence of lizards. The potted plants silently exhale, outgrowing their clay pots. Like Mexico's children they stand pinched and patient in last year's too-small shoes."
9 likes
Source: Barbara Kingsolver (2009). “The Lacuna”, p.74, Faber & Faber
About the author
Same author
More quotes by Barbara Kingsolver
"If you want sweet dreams, you've got to live a sweet life."
"Few people know so clearly what they want. Most people can't even think what to hope for when they throw a penny in a fountain."
"There's a graveyard in northern France where all the dead boys from D-Day are buried. The white crosses reach from one horizon to the other. I remember looking it over and thinking it was a forest of graves. But the rows were like this, dizzying, diagonal, perfectly straight, so after all it wasn't a forest but an orchard of graves. Nothing to do with nature, unless you count human nature."
"Finally, cooking is good citizenship. It's the only way to get serious about putting locally raised foods into your diet, which keeps farmlands healthy and grocery money in the neighborhood."
"We came from Bethlehem, Georgia bearing Betty Crocker cake mixes into the jungle."