Whatever else you do, listen to your Deepest Self. Love Her and be true to Her, speak Her truth, always. — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
The True Self is not our creation, but God's. It is the self we are in our depths. It is our capacity… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
You have untold strengths and resources inside. You have your glorious self. — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
I want my words to open a portal through which the reader may leave the self, migrate to some other human sky… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
Back in the autumn I had awakened to a growing darkness and cacophony, as if something in the depths were crying out.… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
Unraveling external selves and coming home to our real identity is the true meaning of soul work. — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
Sometimes I was so busy being tuned in to outside ideas, expectations, and demands, I failed to hear the unique music in… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
Here is where our real selfhood is rooted, in the divine spark or seed, in the image of God imprinted on the… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
When a woman starts to disentangle herself from patriarchy, ultimately she is abandoned to her own self. — 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
