“It never occurred to her their gaiety wasn’t contentment, but survival.” — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
It was the first time I'd ever said the words to another person, and the sound of them broke open my heart. — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
I sit in my new room and write everything down. My heart never stops talking. — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
She didn't even know how dangerous the truth could be, all the tiny, shattering seeds it carried. — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
Drifting off to sleep, I thought about her. How nobody is perfect. How you just have to close your eyes and breathe… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
“Her forbidden bath all those months ago still hung leaden between us, though Handful didn't seem the least bit ashamed by my… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
It's always been my hope that I would write a story that would inspire and would connect with people in a way… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
History is not just facts and events. History is also a pain in the heart and we repeat history until we are… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
“My mauma was shrewd. She didn’t get any reading and writing like me. Everything she knew came from living on the scarce… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
To fashion an inner story of our pain carries us into the heart of it, which is where rebirth inevitably occurs. — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
I want to believe that while we may sometimes read in the misguided pursuit of preserving our separation, there is a greater… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
You can't stop your heart from loving, really -- it's like standing out there in the ocean yelling at the waves to… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
I have a fondness for historical fiction, something wondrous like 'Wolf Hall,' but I'll read most anything as long as the story… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
Probably one or two moments in your whole life you will hear a dark whispering spirit, a voice coming from the center… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
I learned a long time ago that some people would rather die than forgive. It's a strange truth, but forgiveness is a… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
some things don't matter much. Like the color of a house. How big is that in the overall scheme of life? But… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
The awakening passed from simple recognition of my need for God at the center of my life, to a depth where the… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
Empathy is the most mysterious transaction that the human soul can have, and it's accessible to all of us, but we have… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
Empathy is the most mysterious transaction that the human soul can have, and its accessible to all of us, but we have… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
I felt someone should personally thank every rock out there for the human misery it had absorbed. We should kiss them one… — 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
You don't have to place your hand on Mary's heart to get strength and consolation and rescue, and all the other things… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
I had begun to write novels because of a fierce, self-serving impulse in my own heart. I had not considered the potential… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
My children have always existed at the deepest center of me, right there in the heart/hearth, but I struggled with the powerful… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
The words were unexpected, but so incisively true. So much of prayer is like that - an encounter with a truth that… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
How do we accomplish this matter of gathering life together in God? We must begin primarily by refocusing our attention keeping our… — 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
