. . . prodigal summer, the season of extravagant procreation. It could wear out everything in its path … - Barbara Kingsolver

Same topic Authors

Quote of the day

Giving much to the poore, doth inrich a mans store. [Giving much to the poor doth increase a man's store. ]

Barbara Kingsolver

. . . prodigal summer, the season of extravagant procreation. It could wear out everything in its path with its passionate excesses, but nothing alive with wings or a heart or a seed curled into itself in the ground could resist welcoming it back when it came.

Ground, Heart, Passionate, Summer, Welcoming, Wings

Same Author Quotes

Poetry feels like a country I visit without a passport, where I look around furtively, grab hold of something precious, and try to smuggle it back across the border. Any poem I get written down feels like contraband to me.

Across, Borders, Country, Feels, Like, Trying

It's what you do that makes your soul.

Dream, Rabbits, Soul

the conspicuous consumption of limited resources has yet to be accepted widely as a spiritual error, or even bad manners

Conspicuous, Consumption, Errors, Limited Resources, Spiritual, Widely

Will you explain to me why people encourage delusional behaviour in children, and medicate it in adults?

Adults, Children, Medicate, People

When I look out the window, I exhale a prayer of thanks for the color green, for my children's safety, for the simple acts of faith like planting a garden that helped see us through another spring, another summer. And I inhale some kind of promise to protect my kids' hopes and good intentions we began with in this country. Freedom of speech, the protection of diversity - these are the most important ingredients of American civil life and my own survival. If I ever took them for granted, I don't know.

Country, Intentions, Like, Motivational, Protection, Summer