“My body might be a slave, but not my mind. For you, it's the other way round.” — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
Writing in the voice of an American slave felt like I was biting off something very large. — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
“A slave was supposed to be like the Holy Ghost—don’t see it, don’t hear it, but it’s always hovering round on ready.” — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
“How can you ask us to go back to our parlors?” I said, rising to my feet. “To turn our backs on… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
“Angelina, I think of you as my friend, the dearest of friends, and it tortures me to go against you, but now… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
I knew from reading about Sarah Grimke that she'd been given a handmaid to be her personal slave and that her name… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
“Noise was on her list of slave sins, which we knew by heart. Number one: stealing. Number two: disobedience. Number three: laziness.… — sue monk kidd Copy Share Image
“I work as fast as I can. Binah will come soon looking for me. It’s Mother, however, who descends the back steps… — 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
