Sue Monk Kidd Quotes

I wondered what it was like to be inside her, just a curl of flesh swimming in the darkness, the quiet things that had passed between us.

If you don’t know where you’re going, you should know where you came from.

It has come as a great revelation to me, I wrote her, that abolition is different from the desire for racial equality. Color prejudice is at the bottom of everything. If it’s not fixed, the plight of...

Lily Owens: If your favorite color is blue, why did you paint the house pink? August Boatwright: [chuckles] That was May's doing. When we went to the paint shop, she latched on to a color called, Cari...

Sarah was up in her room with her heart broke so bad, Binah said you could hear it jangle when she walked.

She had the look of someone who’d declared herself, and seeing it, my indignation collapsed and her mutinous bath turned into something else entirely. She’d immersed herself in forbidden privileges, y...

She reminded me that the world was really one big bee yard, and the same rules worked fine in both places: Don't be afraid, as no life-loving bee wants to sting you. Still, don't be an idiot; wear lon...

She say Fon people keep a spirit tree and it always be a Baybob. Your granny-mauma wrapped the trunk with thread she begged and stole. She took me out there and say, 'We gon put our spirits in the tre...

Some things were not possible in this world. Children did not have two parents who refused to love them. One, maybe, but for pity's sake, not two.

Still everyone, including the abbot, had said that he was running away from his grief. They'd had no idea what they were talking about. He'd cradled his grief, almost to the point of loving it. For so...

Stories have to be told or they die, and when they die, we can't remember who we are or why we're here.

Sunset is the saddest light there is.

The first week at August's was a consolation, a pure relief. The world will give you that once in a while, a brief time-out; the boxing bell rings and you go to your corner, where somebody dabs mercy...

The whole problem with people is...they know what matters, but they don't choose it.

There is a fullness of time for things. You have to know when to prod and when to be quiet. When to let things take their course.

There is nothing perfect...there is only life.

Was it the wounded places down inside people that sought each other out, that bred a kind of love between them?

We walked to the woods beside the pink house with her stories still pulled soft around our shoulders. I could feel them touching me in places, like an actual shawl.

When he spoke, the roughness was gone from his voice. I could tell you I did it. That's what you wanna hear. I could tell you she did it to herself, but both ways I'd be lying. It was you who did it,...

You don't have to put your hand on Mary's heart to get strength and consolation and rescue, and the other things we need to get through life, she said. You can place it right here on your own heart. Y...