620 Quotes by Marilynne Robinson

You," she said.He laughed. "Who else?"She said, "Nobody else in this world.

She'd thought the world was just hayfields and cornfields and and bean fields and apple orchards. The people who owned them and the people who didn't.

For me writing has always felt like praying, even when I wasn't writing prayers as I was often enough. You feel that you are with someone.

Two or three of the ladies had pronounced views on points of doctrine, particularly sin and damnation, which they never learned from me. I blame the radio for sowing a good deal of confusion where theology is concerned. And television is worse. You can spend forty years teaching people to be awake to the fact of mystery and then some fellow with no more theological sense than a jackrabbit gets himself a radio ministry and all your work is forgotten. I do wonder where it will end. p. 208

He said, "I'm glad to see you.""Why?"He laughed. "Well, that's what people say sometimes. Besides, I AM glad to see you."They walked on like that, right past the store. She said, "Why?"He laughed again. "You ask such interesting questions.""And you don't answer 'em." He nodded. It felt very good to have him walking beside her. Good like rest and quiet, like something you could live without but you needed anyway. That you had to learn how to miss, and then you'd never stop missing it.

She liked to hear people tell stories. The saddest ones were the best. She wondered if that meant anything at all.

Vous ne pouvez jamais savoir quand vous voyez quelqu'un pour la dernière fois.

How oddly holiness situated itself among the things of the world, how endlessly creation wrenched and strained under the burden of its own significance.

It seemed to her there was a peacefulness about him that came with resignation, with the extinction of that last hope, like a perfect humility undistracted by the possible, the unrealized, the yet to be determined.