Sue Monk Kidd Quotes

There's a frightful muteness that dwells at the center of all unspeakable things, and I had found my way into it.

You've been halfway living your life for too long. May was saying that when it's time to die, go ahead and die, and when it's time to live, live. Don't sort-of-maybe live, but live like you're going a...

At the age of eleven, I owned a slave I couldn’t free.O

The truth is, in order to heal we need to tell our stories and have them witnessed...The story itself becomes a vessel that holds us up, that sustains, that allows us to order our jumbled experiences...

There's no pain on earth that doesn't crave a benevolent witness.

When a woman starts to disentangle herself from patriarchy, ultimately she is abandoned to her own self.

You can tell which girls lack mothers by the look of their hair...

You can't stop your heart from loving, really -- it's like standing out there in the ocean yelling at the waves to stop.

[Let's] put feet to our prayers.

A barge of mist floated along the water, and dragonflies, iridescent blue ones, darted back and forth like they were stitching up the air.

A worker bee is just over a centimeter long and weighs only about sixty milligrams; nevertheless, she can fly with a load heavier than herself.

Drifting off to sleep, I thought about her. How nobody is perfect. How you just have to close your eyes and breathe out and let the puzzle of the human heart be what it is.

Elizabeth A. Johnson explains that including divine female symbols and images not only challenges the dominance of male images but also calls into question the structure of patriarchy itself.

Embodiment means we no longer say, I had this experience; we say, I am this experience.

Every human being on the face of the earth has a steel plate in his head, but if you lie down now and then and get still as you can, it will slide open like elevator doors, letting in all the secret t...

Gazing into the mirror, I saw myself as I was-a black silhouette in the room, a woman whose darkness had completely leaked through.

I feel again the hunger to let go of my striving and find the ability to become content and still, intentionally superfluous, as writer Helen M. Luke puts it. I want a refuge from my old conquering se...

I wanted to say, Who am I to do this, a woman? But that voice was not mine. It was Father's voice. It was Thomas'. It belonged to Israel, to Catherine, and to Mother. It belonged to the church in Char...

In the photograph by my bed my mother is perpetually smiling on me. I guess I have forgiven us both, although sometimes in the night my dreams will take me back to the sadness, and I have to wake up a...

In writing The Invention of Wings, I was inspired by the words of Professor Julius Lester, which I kept propped on my desk: History is not just facts and events. History is also a pain in the heart an...