If someone should ask me, 'What does the soul do?' I would say, It does two things. It loves. And it creates.… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
I wanted to know what happened when two people felt it. Would it divide the hurt in two, make it lighter to… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
At forty-two, I had never done anything that took my own breath away, and I suppose now that was part of the… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
I marvel at how good I was before I met him, how I lived molded to the smallest space possible, my days… — 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
I first saw 'The Dinner Party' in 2007 at the Brooklyn Museum in New York City. While perusing the Heritage Panels, which… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
Did you know there are thirty-two names for love in one of the Eskimo languages?" August said. "And we just have this… — 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
