I don't want something special. I want something beautifully plain. Anne Lamott beautifullyplainspecial Change image and share on social
I see that children fill the existential hollowness many people feel; that when we have children, we know they will need us, and maybe love us, but we don't have a clue how hard it is going to be. Anne Lamott childclueexistential Change image and share on social
Presents can make up for some of the disappointments that life doles out, such as it makes almost no sense and is coming to an end more quickly than ever. Anne Lamott comedisappointmentdole Change image and share on social
There is nothing as sweet as a comeback, when you are down and out, about to lose, and out of time. Anne Lamott comebacklosesweet Change image and share on social
When I was a kid, our family used to watch 'Bonanza.' I really liked having a Sunday night TV ritual. Anne Lamott bonanzafamilykid Change image and share on social
The opposite of faith is not doubt: It is certainty. It is madness. You can tell you have created God in your own image when it turns out that he or she hates all the same people you do. Anne Lamott certaintycreatedoubt Change image and share on social
My mother's eyes were large and brown, like my son's, but unlike Sam's, they were always frantic, like a hummingbird who can't quite find the flower but keeps jabbing around. Anne Lamott browneyefind Change image and share on social
I am going to notice the lights of the earth, the sun and the moon and the stars, the lights of our candles as we march, the lights with which spring teases us, the light that is already present. Anne Lamott candleearthlight Change image and share on social
I am skittish about relationships, as most of the marriages I've seen up close have been ruinous for one or both parties. Anne Lamott closehavemarriage Change image and share on social
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 Lamott blackbulbclay share on social