Sue Monk Kidd

Regrets don't help anything.

— Sue Monk Kidd

“One time, that true brass thimble.”

— Sue Monk Kidd

“When darkness fell, she fell with it.”

— Sue Monk Kidd

“You do your rebellions any way you can.”

— Sue Monk Kidd

“Every little thing wants to be loved.”

— Sue Monk Kidd

With pencil, you can always erase.

— Sue Monk Kidd

I believe in the goodness of imagination.

— Sue Monk Kidd

We become what we pay attention to.

— Sue Monk Kidd

You put his brain in a bird, the bird would fly backwards" -Secret Life of the Bees

— Sue Monk Kidd

“There was so much in the world to be had and not had.”

— Sue Monk Kidd

“For always, always, we are waking up and then waking up some more.”

— Sue Monk Kidd

When I wrote 'The Secret Life of Bees,' I was writing about civil rights.

— Sue Monk Kidd

“There's no pain on earth that doesn't require a benevolent witness.”

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What matters is giving over to what you love.

— Sue Monk Kidd

What's wrong with living in a dream world? You have to wake up.

— Sue Monk Kidd

“They say you can bear anything if you can tell a story about it.”

— Sue Monk Kidd

“He came to see, and I did too, that patriarchy wounds men also, that men have their own journeys to make in…

— Sue Monk Kidd

“It was respect she had for feelings, how she believed it was inimical to the soul to deny them.”

— Sue Monk Kidd

“My aspiration to become a jurist had been laid to rest in the Graveyard of Failed Hopes, an all-female establishment.”

— Sue Monk Kidd

“She used to say, you got to figure out which end of the needle you’re gon be, the one that’s fastened to…

— Sue Monk Kidd

I prefer to read print books. Maybe I'm just a little old-school. I do read e-books.

— Sue Monk Kidd

A lot of time you write out of some unconscious place. I try to trust what is coming and where it wants…

— Sue Monk Kidd

“He’s over your head!” He was, but naturally I’d flung myself into the Sea of Voltaire anyway and emerged with nothing more…

— Sue Monk Kidd

All my life I've thought I needed someone to complete me, now I know I need to belong to myself.

— Sue Monk Kidd

“The basic dynamics of conversion are summed up for me in the words LEAVE-ARRIVE, END-BEGIN, SHED-EMERGE. These are the tensions of conversion…

— Sue Monk Kidd

“I pulled out my bag and examined my mother's picture. I wondered what it had been like to be inside her, just…

— Sue Monk Kidd

“it washed over me for the first time in my life just how much importance the world had ascribed to skin pigment,…

— Sue Monk Kidd

We have to learn not to feel guilty about letting our imagination browse around, and you know, in writing fiction particularly. But…

— Sue Monk Kidd

“Their laughter would ring out abruptly, a sound Mother welcomed. “Our slaves are happy,” she would boast. It never occurred to her…

— Sue Monk Kidd

“Did this mean if I told May about T. Ray's mounds of grits, his dozens of small cruelties, about my killing my…

— Sue Monk Kidd

“All things pass in the end, even the worst melancholy. I opened my dresser and pulled out the lava box that held…

— Sue Monk Kidd

“You don't have to put your hand on Mary's heart to get strength and consolation and rescue, and the other things we…

— Sue Monk Kidd

“The wind whipped up and I listened for ship sails snapping in the harbor cross the road, a place I’d smelled on…

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“The story quilt in the novel was inspired by the magnificent quilts of Harriet Powers, an enslaved woman from Georgia who used…

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“Divine feminine imagery opens up the notion that the earth is the body of the Divine, and when that happens, the Divine…

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The question occurred to me: Well, if that's so, if the Divine is ultimately formless and genderless, what's the big deal? Why…

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“She reminded me that the world was really one big bee yard, and the same rules worked fine in both places: Don't…

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You forgive what you can, when you can. That's all you can do.To forgive does not mean overlooking the offense and pretending…

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Finally, I began to write about becoming an older woman and the trepidation it stirred. The small, telling "betrayals" of my body.…

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“As he left, I peered at Sarah Mapps and her mother, the way they grabbed hands and squeezed in relief, and then…

— Sue Monk Kidd