We walked along the river with the words streaming behind us like ribbons in the night. — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
the redness had seeped from the day and night was arranging herself around us. Cooling things down, staining and dyeing the evening… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
It was the in-between time, before day leaves and night comes, a time I’ve never been partial to because of the sadness… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
In the photograph by my bed my mother is perpetually smiling on me. I guess I have forgiven us both, although sometimes… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
I read usually in the morning, in my kitchen at breakfast - a short reading time, usually poetry. I read in bed… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
Every person on the face of the earth makes mistakes, Lily. Every last one. We're all so human. Your mother made a… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
At night I would lie in bed and watch the show, how bees squeezed through the cracks of my bedroom wall and… — 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
