Sue Monk Kidd
Sue Monk Kidd
Sue Monk Kiddis a writer from the Southern United States, best known for her novel, The Secret Life of Bees...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth12 August 1948
CountryUnited States of America
rose bird pits
I'd forgotten how that sort of craving felt, how it rose suddenly and loudly from the pit of my stomach like a flock of startle birds, then floated back down in the slow, beguiling way of feathers.
love letting-go mean
You forgive what you can, when you can. That's all you can do.To forgive does not mean overlooking the offense and pretending it never happened. Forgiveness means releasing our rage and our need to retaliate, no longer dwelling on the offense, the offender, and the suffering, and rising to a higher love. It is an act of letting go so that we ourselves can go on.
winning soul commodity
I eventually found that the soul is more than an immortal commodity to win and save. It is the repository of the inner divine, the truest part of us.
writing feelings keepers
I've always been a journal-keeper. I've always tried to write about how I'm experiencing life, and my feelings and thoughts.
august hands giving
I'd heard August say more than once, "If you need something from somebody, always give that person a way to hand it to you." T. Ray needed a face-saving way to hand me over, and August was giving it to him.
forgiveness heart long
I learned a long time ago that some people would rather die than forgive. It's a strange truth, but forgiveness is a painful and difficult process. It's not something that happens overnight. It's an evolution of the heart.
heart firsts sound
It was the first time I'd ever said the words to another person, and the sound of them broke open my heart.
order what-matters sometimes
Sometimes, in order to say yes to what matters most, I must say no to good things.
betrayal religion want
Betrayal of any kind is hard, but betrayal by one's religion is excruciating. It makes you want to rage and weep.
soul attention levels
I realize that I can be with someone, but on a deeper level I'm not available to them at all. I have attention deficit disorder of the soul.
sunset light saddest
Sunset is the saddest light there is.
childhood paddling soup
all that paddling around in the alphabet soup of one's childhood, scooping up letters, hoping to arrange them into enlightening sentences that would explain why things had turned out the way they had. It evoked a certain mutiny in me.
boxing giving dabs
The world will give you that once in awhile, a brief timeout; the boxing bell rings and you go to your corner, where somebody dabs mercy on your beat-up life.
girl mother hair
You can tell which girls lack mothers by the look of their hair...