The death of something living is the price of our own survival, and we pay it again and again. We have no choice. It is the one solemn promise every life on earth is born and bound to keep.
Barbara KingsolverListen. To live is to be marked. To live is to change, to acquire the words of a story, and that is the only celebration we mortals really know. In perfect stillness, frankly, I've only found sorrow.
Barbara KingsolverHow pointless life could be, what a foolish business of inventing things to love, just so you could dread losing them.
Barbara Kingsolver