The earth is rocky and full of roots; it's clay, and it seems doomed and polluted, but you dig little holes for the ugly shriveled bulbs, throw in a handful of poppy seeds, and cover it all over, and you know you'll never see it again - it's death and clay and shrivel, and your hands are nicked from the rocks, your nails black with soil.
Anne LamottI'm human, you're human, let me greet your humanness. Let's be people together for a while.
Anne LamottAll those years I fell for the great palace lie that grief should be gotten over as quickly as possible and as privately. But, what I've discovered is that the lifelong fear of grief keeps us in a barren, isolated place, and that only grieving can heal grief. The passage of time will lessen the acuteness, but time alone, without the direct experience of grief, will not heal it.
Anne LamottCan you imagine the hopelessness of trying to live a spiritual life when youโre secretly looking up at the skies not for illumination or direction, but to gauge, miserably, the odds of rain?
Anne LamottWriting takes a combination of sophistication and innocence; it takes conscience, our belief that something is beautiful because it is right.
Anne Lamott