You put his brain in a bird, the bird would fly backwards" -Secret Life of the Bees — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
When I wrote 'The Secret Life of Bees,' I was writing about civil rights. — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
It takes a bee 10,000,000 trips to collect enough nectar to make 1 pound of honey. — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
“Above all, send the bees love. Every little thing wants to be loved.” — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
Most people don't have any idea about all the complicated life going on inside a hive. Bees have a secret life we… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
All I knew about bees when I started to write 'The Secret Life of Bees' was that they can live in a… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
I actually grew up in a house in which bees lived in one of the walls, and they lived there 18 years,… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
'The Secret Life of Bees' was my first novel, so I had no process. I was flying by the seat of my… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
“As long as you live under my roof, you'll do what I say!" he shouted. Then I'll find another roof, I thought.… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
At night I would lie in bed and watch the show, how bees squeezed through the cracks of my bedroom wall and… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
“...The world was really one bee yard, and the same rules work fine in both places. Don't be afraid, as no life-loving… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
I hadn't been out to the hives before, so to start off she gave me a lesson in what she called 'bee… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
In recent years my understanding of God had evolved into increasingly remote abstractions. I'd come to think of God in terms like Divine Reality,… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share
we need not avoid our active lives, but simply bring to them a new vision and shift of gravity. for in the center we… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share
“The mermaids came to me finally, in the pink hours of my life. They are my consolation. For them I dove with arms outstretched,… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share
“The bag contained a pair of white cotton gloves stained the color of age.” — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share
I eventually found that the soul is more than an immortal commodity to win and save. It is the repository of the inner divine,… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share
“Readiness for dying arrives by attending the smallest moment and finding the eternal inside of it.” — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share
“I sat at her desk and turned one page after another, staring at what looked like bits and pieces of black lace laid cross… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share
The translucence that comes when life hardens into a bead of such cruel perfection you see it with the purest clarity. Everything suddenly there--life… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share
“afflicted with the worst female curse on earth, the need to mold myself to expectations.” — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share
“Her forbidden bath all those months ago still hung leaden between us, though Handful didn't seem the least bit ashamed by my discovery of… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share
“Why should God’s perfection be based on having an unchanging nature?” I asked. “Isn’t flexibility more perfect than stasis?” — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share
