“I wondered how it was possible I had found words out there in the world but could lose them in the house… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
“The words slid fluidly off my tongue, with only an occasional stammer. I could only attribute it to the sweep and flow… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
“I realized that lacking the feminine, the language had communicated to me in subtle ways that women were nonentities, that women counted… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
People in general would rather die than forgive. It's THAT hard. If God said in plain language. "I'm giving you a choice,… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
Did you know there are thirty-two names for love in one of the Eskimo languages?" August said. "And we just have this… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
“It’s my earliest memory: arranging my brother’s marbles into words. It is summer, and I am beneath the oak that stands in… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
“One thing is beautiful beyond my words to say it: August holding you.” — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
The question occurred to me: Well, if that's so, if the Divine is ultimately formless and genderless, what's the big deal? Why… — 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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“The bag contained a pair of white cotton gloves stained the color of age.” — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
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 Image
“Readiness for dying arrives by attending the smallest moment and finding the eternal inside of it.” — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“There's no pain on earth that doesn't require a benevolent witness.” — sue monk kidd Copy Share Image
