“I wanted to say, Who am I to do this, a woman? But that voice was not mine. It was Father's voice.… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
“Mother seemed happiest when making and tending home, the sewing machine whistling and the Mixmaster whirling. Her deepest impulse was to nurture,… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
“When is the impulse to help an adult child a wise intervention and when is it self-serving and prying? I have an… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
You have to find a mother inside yourself. We all do. Even if we already have a mother, we still have to… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
“Some things were not possible in this world. Children did not have two parents who refused to love them. One, maybe, but… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
“And there they were. All these mothers. I have more mothers than any eight girls off the street. They are the moons… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
“I am grown, with children of my own. But inside I am still a daughter. A daughter is a woman who remains… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
“But I would tell Mother none of this. Nor would I tell her that at the hour of his death, I was… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
“My mother was a good Catholic -- she went to mass twice a week at St. Mary's in Richmond, but my father… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
“You have to find a mother inside yourself. We all do. Even if we already have a mother, we still have to… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
'Traveling with Pomegranates' is a very personal, very honest story about my relationship with my daughter and Ann's with her mother. — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
“Egg laying is the main thing, Lily. She's the mother of every bee in the hive, and they all depend on her… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
“Her name was Mary, and there ends any resemblance to the mother of our Lord.” — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
Women themselves condition their daughters to serve the system of male primacy. If a daughter challenges it, the mother will generally defend… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
“escape her own father as well. Seizing the moment, she springs Rosaleen from jail, and the two set out across South” — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
“It had never been a secret that I'd idealized my father, that I would've done anything to please him--to be the apple… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
Rebirth is almost impossible without the darkness.....I tell myself I am experiencing the death of myself as mother, the death of myself… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
“Shitbucket, hellfire, damnation, and son of a mother bitch," said Rosaleen, laying into each word like it was sweet potatoes on her… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
“I could no more pretend I didn't have a mother than the sea could pretend it had no salt. My mother existed… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
“No," the mother told her. "It's too dangerous there". A small incident, but when multiplied a hundred, a thousand times in a… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
“When I was being forgiving, I said that my mother was simply exhausted. I suspected, though, she was simply mean.” — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
“And second, once we are caught in the pattern of creating ourselves from cultural blueprints, it becomes a primary way of receiving… — 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
