“...impossibility. I can tell you this much: the word is a great big log thrown on the fires of love.” — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
I feel like we need to be aware of the ways we use and misuse religious dogma: whether it takes us deeper… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
“I didn't know for sure whether Miss Sarah's feelings came from love or guilt. I didn't know whether mine came from love… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
That's what I told myself five hundred times: impossibility. I can tell you this much: the word is a great big log… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
You forgive what you can, when you can. That's all you can do.To forgive does not mean overlooking the offense and pretending… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
“That's what I told myself five hundred times: impossibility. I can tell you this much: the world is a great big log… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
I watched him, filled with tenderness and ache, wondering what it was that connected us. Was it the wounded places down inside… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
A moment of grace. There rose up within me a profound sense of being loved. I felt "gathered together" and encircled by… — 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
