Top Sue Monk Kidd Quotes - Quotesmemo.com

Sue Monk Kidd Biography

Sue Monk Kidd (born August 12, 1948) is a writer from Sylvester, Georgia, best known for her 2002 novel The Secret Life of Bees.

Read about Sue Monk Kidd in Wikipedia

Random Authors

Sue Monk Kidd Quotes

Back in the autumn I had awakened to a growing darkness and cacophony, as if something in the depths were crying out. A whole chorus of voices. Orphaned voices. They seemed to speak for all the unlived parts of me, and they came with a force and dazzle that I couldn't contain. They seemed to explode the boundaries of my existence. I know now that they were the clamor of a new self struggling to be born.

Autumn, Back, Existence, Struggle, Unlived, Voice

I think many people need, even require, a narrative version of their life. I seem to be one of them. Writing memoir is, in some ways, a work of wholeness.

Narrative, People, Require, Thinking, Wholeness, Writing

I worried so much about how I looked and whether I was doing things right, I felt half the time I was impersonating a girl instead of really being one.

Girl, Half, Right, Things, Worried

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.

Leaves, Lingers, Night, Sadness, Space

Once you know the truth, you can’t ever go back and pick up your suitcase of lies. Heavier or not, the truth is yours now.

Know, Lying, Pick, Suitcases, Truth, Truth Is

It's always been my hope that I would write a story that would inspire and would connect with people in a way that would touch hearts.

Heart, Inspire, People, Story, Write, Writing

The only wrong thing, perhaps, is permanently hesitating on the verge of courage.

Courage, Hesitating, Thing, Verge, Wrong, Wrong Things

I've always been a journal-keeper. I've always tried to write about how I'm experiencing life, and my feelings and thoughts.

Feelings, Keepers, Life, Tried, Write, Writing

You think you want to know something, and then once you do, all you can think about is erasing it from your mind.

Erasing, Know, Mind, Thinking, Want

I wished she'd been smart enough, or loving enough, to realize everybody has burdens that crush them, only they don't give up their children.

Burdens, Children, Crush, Enough, Giving Up

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

Embodiment, Experience, Longer, Mean, Say

Now and then sprays of rain flew over and misted our faces. Every time I refused to wipe away the wetness. It made the world seem so alive to me. I couldn't help but envy the way a good storm got everyone's attention.

Envy, Misted, Rain, Storm, Wipe

You gotta imagine what's never been.

Bees, Gotta, Imagine, Secret Life

Until we look from the bottom up we have nothing.

Bottom, Look, Looks, Nothing

It only meant that my natural inclination was to draw my "energy" from within instead of seeking it outside myself, plus my mom was an introvcert, and so were a lot of normal people. The problem was I was shy on top of that. And we all know how the world loves a shy introvert.

Mom, People, Seeking, World, World Love

the feminine journey is a story unfolding, and its epiphanies come through real things, through tangibles like walking sticks and dreams and deer antlers--all of which we might miss without taking time and space in Deep Being.

Dream, Journey, Like, Real, Space, Story

I found that I could not climb my way up to God in a blaze of doing and performing. Rather, I had to descend into the depths of myself and find God there in the darkness of troubled waters.

Climb, Darkness, Descend, God, Water, Waters

The translucence that comes when life hardens into a bead of such cruel perfection you see it with the purest clarity. Everything suddenly there--life as it truly is, enormous, appalling, devastating. You see the great sinkholes it makes in people and the harrowing lengths to which love will go to fill them.

Clarity, Cruel, Lengths, Love, People, Perfection

I often went to Catholic mass or Eucharist at the Episcopal church, nourished by the symbol and power of this profound feeding ritual. It never occurred to me how odd it was that women, who have presided over the domain of food and feeding for thousands of years, were historically and routinely barred from presiding over it in a spiritual context. And when the priest held out the host and said, "This is my body, given for you," not once did I recognize that it is women in the act of breastfeeding who most truly embody those words and who are also most excluded from ritually saying them.

Eucharist, Food, Profound, Spiritual, Women, Years

After you get stung, you can't get unstung no matter how much you whine about it.

Matter, Stung, Unstung, Whine

1