Top 350 Marilynne Robinson Quotes (2024 Update)
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251. “If the Lord is more gracious than any of us can begin to imagine, and I’m sure He is, then your Doll and a whole lot of people are safe, and warm, and very happy. And probably a little bit surprised.”

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252. “It was the kind of light that rests on your shoulders the way a cat lies on your lap. So familiar.”

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253. “It is the sad privilege of blood relations to love him despite all.”

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254. “When you encounter another person, when you have dealings with anyone at all, it is as if a question is being put to you. So you must think, What is the Lord asking of me in this moment, in this situation?”

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255. “Why do I love the thought of you old? That first twinge of arthiritis in your knee is a thing I imagine with all the tenderness I felt when you showed me your loose tooth. I wish I could help you carry the weight of many years. But the Lord will have that fatherly satisfaction.”

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256. “There are worries that seem to me sustained by the love of worry. For example, that people are reading from screens, or listening to recorded books. Why scold the impulse to enjoy language and narrative in whatever form it takes?”

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257. “Doll may have been the loneliest woman in the world, and she was the loneliest child, and there they were, the two of them together, keeping each other warm in the rain.”

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258. “We inhabit, we are part of, a reality for which explanation is much too poor and small.”

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259. “I like a book to be full of the memory of what it is, a voice in an endless conversation, and yet at the same time to be new.”

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260. “You’re right not to talk. It’s a sort of higher honesty, I think. Once you start talking, there’s no telling what you’ll say.”

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261. “Cranky old Leviticus gave us – gave Christ – not only “Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself” but also the rather forgotten “Thou shalt love the stranger as thyself,” two verses that appear to be merged in the Parable of the Good Samaritan.”

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262. “So when she seemed distracted or absent-minded, it was in fact, I think, that she was aware of too many things, having no principle for selecting the more from the less important, and that her awareness could never be diminished, since it was among the things she had thought of as familiar that this disaster had taken shape.”

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263. “But when folks are down to the one thing that keeps them alive, that one thing can be meanness. It makes you feel like you’re there, you’re doing something.”

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264. “God might actually enjoy us. I believe we think about that far too little. It would be a way into understanding essential things, since presumably the world exists for God’s enjoyment, not in any simple sense, of course, but as you enjoy the being of a child even when he is in every way a thorn in your heart.”

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265. “And she was old, too. For a woman being old just means not being young, and all the youth had been worked out of her before it had really even set in.”

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266. “Vision sometimes comes in a memory.”

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

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268. “She pretended he knew some of her thoughts, only some of them, the ones she would like to show him.”

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269. “She wept easily. This did not mean that she felt things more deeply than others did. It certainly did not mean that she was fragile or sentimental or ready to bring that sodden leverage to bear on the slights that came with being the baby of the family.”

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270. “These little towns were once the bold ramparts meant to shelter just such peace.”

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271. “I thought I had learned not to set my heart on anything.”

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272. “It was that feeling that she had had walking along beside him that put the notion in her mind. It comes from being alone too much. Things matter that wouldn’t if you had a regular life.”

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273. “Your mother asked him if he would like to say grace, and he did, with an elegant simplicity that seemed almost wasted on macaroni and cheese.”

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

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275. “Everywhere the crisis of the private financial system has been transformed into a tale of slovenly and overweening government that perpetuates and is perpetuated by a dependent and demanding population... For about ten days the crisis was interpreted as a consequence of the ineptitude of the highly paid, and then it transmogrified into a grudge against the populace at large.”

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276. “For me writing has always felt like praying even when I wasn’t writing prayers.”

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277. “My mother was happy that day, we did not know why. And if she was sad the next, we did not know why. And if she was gone the next, we did not know why. It was as if she righted herself continually against some current that never ceased to pull. She swayed continuously, like a thing in water, and it was graceful, a slow dance, a sad and heady dance.”

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278. “I am delighted if people find that kind of sustenance in novels, but perhaps it’s because they don’t read the Scripture that they are comparing it to, which would perhaps provide deeper sustenance than many contemporary novels.”

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279. “He looked up at her. Kindness was something he didn’t even know he wanted, and here it was.”

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280. “She was an old woman, but she managed to look like a young woman with a ravaging disease.”

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281. “When the lord says you must ‘become as one of these little ones,’ I take Him to mean you must be stripped of all the accretions of smugness and pretence and triviality.”

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282. “To be useful was the best thing the old men ever hoped for themselves, and to be aimless was their worst fear.”

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283. “I listen to Bach a great deal. In general I like to listen to hymns and liturgical music.”

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284. “She thought, If I or my father or any Boughton has ever stirred the Lord’s compassion, then Jack will be all right. Because perdition for him would be perdition for every one of us.”

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285. “That strong, grassy smell, raw milk in a tin cup.”

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286. “Cleverness has a special piquancy when it blooms out of the fraying sleeve of failure.”

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287. “It was a shock to her, a need she only discovered when it was satisfied, for those few minutes. In those days she had all the needs she could stand already, and here was another one. So she said something mean to him. That’s how she was used to be and how she might be again someday, if she was ever just barely getting by and somebody seemed to be about to make it harder just by making it different.”

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288. “I can’t love you as much as I love you. I can’t feel as happy as I am.“... “Were you as sad as you were sad? As lonely as you were lonely? I wasn’t.” “Me neither. I would have died of it.”

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289. “I believe it is only prudent to make a very high estimate of human nature, first of all in order to contain the worst impulses of human nature, and then to liberate its best impulses.”

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290. “I believe the sin of covetise is that pang of resentment you may feel when even the people you love best have what you want and don’t have.”

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291. “She could see it surprised him, too, sometimes. He told her once when there was a storm a bird had flown into the house. He’d never seen one like it. The wind must have carried it in from some far-off place. He opened all the doors and windows, but it was so desperate to escape that for a while it couldn’t find a way out. “It left a blessing in the house,” he said. “The wildness of it. Bringing the wind inside.”

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292. “If you thought dead was just dead, then you wouldn’t have to worry about any of this.”

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293. “The old man always said we should attend to the things we have some hope of understanding, and eternity isn’t one of them. Well, this world isn’t one either.”

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294. “I am glad I didn’t understand, because I have rarely felt joy like that, and assurance. It was like one of those dreams where you’re filled with some extravagant feeling you might never have in life, it doesn’t matter what it is, even guilt or dread, and you learn from it what an amazing instrument you are, so to speak, what a power you have to experience beyond anything you might ever actually need. Who would have thought that the moon could dazzle and flame like that?”

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295. “Most institutions of higher learning in the West were founded by and for religious denominations. The supposed alienation of education and faith is a recent phenomenon. At the same time, neither education nor the lack of it predisposes one to faith.”

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296. “How we think about ourselves has everything to do with how we act toward one another.”

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297. “I always imagine divine mercy giving us back to ourselves and letting us laugh at what we became, laugh at the preoisterous disguises of crouch and squint and limp and lour we all do put on.”

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298. “Time that had not come yet – an anomaly in itself – had the fiercest reality for her.”

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299. “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.”

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300. “I’ve lost my point. It was to the effect that you can assert the existence of something – Being – having not the slightest notion of what it is. Then God is at a greater remove altogether – if God is the Author of Existence, what can it mean to say God exists? There’s a problem in vocabulary. He would have to have had a character before existence which the poverty of our understanding can only call existence.”

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