Soul. The word rebounded to me, and I wondered, as I often had, what it was exactly. People talked about it all… — 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
Sometimes, in order to say yes to what matters most, I must say no to good things. — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
I sometimes start keeping a journal about the writing process itself. Particularly when I get the ideas, and I am trying to… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
Sometimes you want to fall on your knees and thank God in heaven for all the poor news reporting that goes on… — 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
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
My children have always existed at the deepest center of me, right there in the heart/hearth, but I struggled with the powerful… — 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 want to believe that while we may sometimes read in the misguided pursuit of preserving our separation, there is a greater… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
Sometimes I didn't even feel like getting out of bed. I took to wearing my days-of-the-week panties out of order. It could… — 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
