If our lives are made up of a string of a thousand moments, at some of those moments we look a lot more spiritually evolved than at others. Anne Lamott evolvelivelot Change image and share on social
I woke up full of hate and fear the day before the most recent peace march in San Francisco. This was disappointing: I'd hoped to wake up feeling somewhere between Virginia Woolf and Wavy Gravy. Anne Lamott daydisappointfear Change image and share on social
I think Jesus is divine love manifest on Earth, as it comes through the community of Christians. Anne Lamott christiancommunitydivine Change image and share on social
It was simple reality - most competitive tennis players in my day were privileged, spoiled, entitled and white. Also, many of them were beautiful, fit, tan and of good stock - great big hair and white teeth and long legs. Then there were the rest of us. Anne Lamott beautifulbigcompetitive share on social
The worst part about celebrating another birthday is the shock that you're only as well as you are. Anne Lamott badbirthdaycelebrate Change image and share on social
Some people won't go the extra mile, and then on their birthday, when no one makes a fuss, they feel neglected and bitter. Anne Lamott birthdaybitterextra Change image and share on social
My parents, and librarians along the way, taught me about the space between words; about the margins, where so many juicy moments of life and spirit and friendship could be found. In a library, you could find miracles and truth and you might find something that would make you laugh so hard that you get shushed, in the friendliest way. Anne Lamott findfriendlyfriendship share on social
Mothers are supposed to listen and, afterward, to respond with some wisdom and perspective, but these things were not my mother's strong suit. Anne Lamott afterwardlistenmother Change image and share on social
I used to tell my writing students that they must write the books they wished they could come upon - because then the books they hungered and thirsted for would exist. Anne Lamott bookexisthunger 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