Sue Monk Kidd Quotes

Whatever else you do, listen to your Deepest Self. Love Her and be true to Her, speak Her truth, always.

I liked the way Walter Cronkite looked, with his black glasses and his voice that knew everything worth knowing. Here was a man who was not against books, that was plain. Take everything T. Ray was no...

As long as you live under my roof, you'll do what I say! he shouted.Then I'll find another roof, I thought.

You're looking for a reason, she said. And that doesn't help. It doesn't change the present.

The road of 'God alone' struck me with unsettling fear. So I lingered in a kind of limbo. Unable to go back, unable to go on. Uncertain. Tentative. How strange that we tend to stand ankle-deep in the...

In a weird way I must have loved my little collection of hurts and wounds. They provided me with some real nice sympathy, with the feeling I was exceptional...What a special case I was.

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 and we repeat history until we are able to make another’s pain in th...

You do your rebellions any way you can.

Everybody needs a seashell in her bathroom to remind her the ocean is her home.

The sorry truth is you can walk your feet to blisters, walk till kingdom-com, and you never will outpace your grief.

Where had I been that I didn't know about imaginary friends? I could see the point of it. How a lost part of yourself steps out and remind you who you could be with a little work.

It's part of our overall Body Negation Program.

There's nothing like a song about lost love to remind you how everything precious can slip from the hinges where you've hung it so careful.

When you're unsure of yourself, she said, when you start pulling back into doubt and small living, she's the one inside saying, 'Get up from there and live like the glorious girl you are.' She's the p...

To remain silent in the face of evil is itself a form of evil.

He will use the word love, and the world will not stop spinning but go right on in its courses, like the river, like the bees, like everything.

How can you ask us to go back to our parlors? I said, rising to my feet. To turn our backs on ourselves and on our own sex? We don’t wish the movement to split, of course we don’t—it saddens me to thi...

Gradually it occurred to me that we spend a great deal of life asleep and that dreams are little narratives, little stories. I thought, 'Who's choreographing this stuff?'

The symbol of Goddess gives us permission. She teaches us to embrace the holiness of every natural, ordinary, sensual dying moment. Patriarchy may try to negate body and flee earth with its constant h...

I'm tired of carrying around the weight of the world.