I could even feel how perishable all my moments really were, how all my life they had come to me begging to… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
We have to acknowledge sometimes that this moment is enough. This place is enough. I am enough. — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
The symbol of Goddess gives us permission. She teaches us to embrace the holiness of every natural, ordinary, sensual dying moment. Patriarchy… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
When had my fear of broken plates gotten so grandiose? My desire for extravagant moments so small? — 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
Stories are amazing and powerful because they can resonate with people depending on their needs and experiences and speak truths we need… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
This is the autumn of wonders, yet every day, every single day, I go back to that burned afternoon in August when… — 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, the Absolute, or the One who holds us in being. I do believe that God is beyond any form and image, but it has grown clear to me that I need an image in order to… — 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 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, my life streaming out behind me, a leap against all proprieties and expectations, but a leap that was somehow saving and necessary. How can I ever explain or account for that? I dove, and a pair… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share
“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
