I’m re-reading High Tide and Tucson from Barbara Kingsolver. Every time I read this collection of essays I find something new. This quote above is one of my favorites but I also really like this one, from the same essay:
“In my own worst season I’ve come back from the colorless world of despair by forcing myself to look hard, for a long time, at a single glorious thing: a flame of red geranium outside my bedroom window….. And another: the perfect outline of a full, dark sphere behind a crescent moon. Until I learn to be in love with my life again. Like a stroke victim retraining new parts of the brain to grasp lost skills, I have taught myself joy, over and over again.“
Very deep quote.