Quotes from Sue Monk Kidd

Aber sie sagte immer dass Frauen einfach die besseren Imkerinen seien weil ihnen die besondere Faehigkeit angeboren sei Kreaturen zu lieben die ihnen wehtun.

June always said that most people bit off more than they could chew, but August chewed more than she bit off. June loved to tease August about the way she pondered things, how one minute she was talking to you and the next she had slipped into a private world where she turned her thoughts over and over, digesting stuff most white people would choke on. I wanted to say, 'Teach me how to do that. Teach me how to take all this in.

And I was struck all at once how life was out there going through its regular courses, and I was suspended, waiting, caught in a terrible crevice between living my life and not living it. I couldn't go on biding time like there was no end of it, no end to this summer.

Here is one of the principles of women waking: If you don't respond to the first gentle nudges, they will increase in intensity. Next you will wake up on the roof. And if you do not respond to that, there will likely be a crash.

Our choice, as Florence Nightingale put it, is between pain and paralysis. A hard one. But it's only when we are willing to see the truth about our lives as women, however painful that truth might be, that we enter the portal of the journey.

There's a fullness of time for things, Lily. You have to know when to prod and when to be quiet, when to let things take their course.

The way to find your thread again is to be still and remember who you are, to listen to your heart, your inner wisdom, as deeply as you can and then give yourself permission to follow it.

I think every pain in this world wants to be witnessed

In the end the mermaids did not save him. But I wonder if perhaps they saved me. I know this much: the mermaids came to me finally, in the pink hours of my life.

I only know there's something unsettling about a door that closes forever. I feel a vague lament about the changing of my body, the alterations in my appearance, the bleeding out of motherhood, the fear that I will not find the mysterious green fuse again.

Our religion might preach love, but it was based on purity. God was holy and pure; therefore we must be holy and pure. But here was a poor mamzer saying God is love; therefore we must be love.

This Mary I'm talking about sits in your heart all day long, saying, "Lily, you are my everlasting home. Don't you ever be afraid. I am enough. We are enough.

One day i will have to forgive life for ending. I tell myself I will have to learn how to let life be life with its unbearable finality.....just be what ti is.

You gotta imagine what's never been

In a way, though, the boy was right. Every human being on the face of the earth has a steel plate in his head, but if you lie down now and then and get still as you can, it will slide open like elevator doors, letting in all the secret thoughts that have been standing around so patiently, pushing the button for a ride to the top. The real troubles in life happen when those hidden doors stay closed for too long. But that's just my opinion.

No, the mother told her. It's too dangerous there. A small incident, but when multiplied a hundred, a thousand times in a little girl's life, she learns that she's not as capable as a boy of handling life on the edge. She learns to hang back.

I am the coming together and the falling apart. I am the enduring and the disintegration...

The way those bees flew, not even looking for a flower, just flying for the feel of the wind, split my heart down its seam.

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 not, shape it into a person, and you would get Walter Cronkite.

for whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou longest, i will lodge; thy people will be my people, and thy God my God. Where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried. The Lord do so to me, and more also, if ought but death part thee and me.

When you can't go forward and you can't go backward and you can't stay where you are without killing off what is deep and vital in yourself, you are on the edge of creation.

Laughter is soul making, too. No matter how dark and serious a crisis seems, I shouldn't abandon my joy.

afflicted with the worst female curse on earth, the need to mold myself to expectations.

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.