Geburtsdatum | Samstag, 10. April 1954 |
Geburtsort | San Francisco |
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Beschreibung | Anne Lamott (* 10. April 1954 in San Francisco) ist eine US-amerikanische Schriftstellerin. Sie engagiert sich politisch, tritt als Vortragsrednerin auf und unterrichtet Kreatives Schreiben. Ihre Sachbücher sind weitgehend autobiographisch geprägt und behandeln Themen wie Alkoholismus, das Leben als Alleinerziehende, Depression und Christentum. |
Pay attention to the beauty surrounding you.
Your experiences will be yours alone. But truth and best friendship will rarely if ever disappoint you.
If you don't die of thirst, there are blessings in the desert. You can be pulled into limitlessness, which we all yearn for, or you can do the beauty of minutiae, the scrimshaw of tiny and precise. The sky is your ocean, and the crystal silence will uplift you like great gospel music, or Neil Young.
We can't understand when we're pregnant, or when our siblings are expecting, how profound it is to have a shared history with a younger generation: blood, genes, humor. It means we were actually here, on Earth, for a time - like the Egyptians with their pyramids, only with children.
You can safely assume that you've created God in your own image when it turns out that God hates all the same people you do.
The worst part about celebrating another birthday is the shock that you're only as well as you are.
Your problem is how you are going to spend this one odd and precious life you have been issued. Whether you're going to spend it trying to look good and creating the illusion that you have power over people and circumstances, or whether you are going to taste it, enjoy it and find out the truth about who you are.
Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. You wait and watch and work: you don't give up.
When we're dealing with the people in our family - no matter how annoying or gross they may be, no matter how self-inflicted their suffering may appear, no matter how afflicted they are with ignorance, prejudice or nose hairs - we give from the deepest parts of ourselves.
Some people won't go the extra mile, and then on their birthday, when no one makes a fuss, they feel neglected and bitter.
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.
I love readings and my readers, but the din of voices of the audience gives me stage fright, and the din of voices inside whisper that I am a fraud, and that the jig is up. Surely someone will rise up from the audience and say out loud that not only am I not funny and helpful, but I'm annoying, and a phony.
The first holy truth in God 101 is that men and women of true faith have always had to accept the mystery of God's identity and love and ways. I hate that, but it's the truth.
When hope is not pinned wriggling onto a shiny image or expectation, it sometimes floats forth and opens.
A whole lot of us believers, of all different religions, are ready to turn back the tide of madness by walking together, in both the dark and the light - in other words, through life - registering voters as we go, and keeping the faith.
The reason I never give up hope is because everything is so basically hopeless.
I like the desert for short periods of time, from inside a car, with the windows rolled up, and the doors locked. I prefer beach resorts with room service.
Some people seem to understand this - that life and change take time - but I am not one of those people.