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
abolition broke race women
Gender and race got very entwined in the 19th century, as abolition broke out, and then women wanted the right to speak about it.
sadness night space
It was the in-between time, before day leaves and night comes, a time I’ve never been partial to because of the sadness that lingers in the space between going and coming.
ideas demand christianity
How did we ever get the idea that God would supply us on demand with quick fixes, that God is merely a rescuer and not a midwife?
pain waiting endurance
What has happened to our ability to dwell in the unknowing, to live inside a question and coexist with the tensions of uncertainty? Where is our willingness to incubate pain and let it birth something new? What has happened to patient unfolding, to endurance? These things are what form the ground of waiting.
eye people shining
I have noticed that if you look carefully at people's eyes the first five seconds they look at you, the truth of their feelings will shine through for just an instant before it flickers away.
prayer heart want
The words were unexpected, but so incisively true. So much of prayer is like that - an encounter with a truth that has sunk to the bottom of the heart, that wants to be found, wants to be spoken, wants to be elevated into the realm of sacredness.
relationship hands giving
If you need something from somebody always give that person a way to hand it to you.
figures thread ends
You've got to figure out which end of the needle you're gon' be, the one that's fastened to the thread or the end that pierces the cloth.
heart people world
Make the world better. Take the meanness out of people's hearts.
pay attention pay-attention
We become what we pay attention to.
dream world wake-up
What's wrong with living in a dream world? You have to wake up.
growing-up eye hands
The monk at St. Meinrad took his hands and placed them on my shoulders, peered straight into my eyes and said, ‘I hope you’ll hear what I’m about to tell you. I hope you’ll hear it all the way down to your toes. When you’re waiting, you’re not doing nothing. You’re doing the most important something there is. You’re allowing your soul to grow up. If you can’t be still and wait, you can’t become what God created you to be.
heart thinking essence
How do we accomplish this matter of gathering life together in God? We must begin primarily by refocusing our attention keeping our minds and hearts directed toward God. The essence of the centered life is attention to God in all we think, say and do. It is the growing realization of His presence in our most down-to-earth living.
writing stories who-we-are
Stories have to be told or they die, and when they die, we can't remember who we are or why we're here.