Quotes from Sue Monk Kidd

I, I am without God And I am she whose God is magnificent . . . I am being I am she who is nothing . . . I am the coming together and the falling apart I am the enduring and the disintegration . . . I am what everyone can hear and no one can say

The imagination should be allowed a certain amount of time to browse around.

and poet Ntozake Shange put it, "i found god in myself / and i loved her / i loved her

No assurance, no platitude, no promise of God's mercy. Just a stark reminder that death was part of life. She offered me nothing but a way to accept whatever came—Let life be life. There was a quiet relinquishment in the words.

Wore out from all that, I did what we call shilly-shally. Poking round up to no good.

I don't doubt you should give yourself to motherhood. I only question what it is you're meant to mother.

There was something strangely beautiful about this, the coming together of two ways of life that I'd thought irreconcilable: duty and longing

I didn't know whether this Mr. Smyth was behaving like white people, or if it just showed something vile about all people.

The sun's pink fingers were still wrapped around the clouds.

Later, I lay awake listening to him sleep, the soft clouds of his breath filling the room. I couldn't close my eyes for happiness. It sprouted in me like a bright green shoot.

That is where God was to be found. Not in the erasing of the experience, but in the embracing of it.

It was his way of telling me I could not have him and myself both.

It was close to the end of Shebat, when the almond trees blossomed. The wakeful tree, we called it. Midway down the hill, I smelled its rich brown scent, and winding farther, I came upon the tree itself, its canopy lush with white flowers.

I am the first and the last I am she who is honored and she who is mocked I am the whore and the holy woman I am the wife and the virgin I am the mother and the daughter I am she . . . Do not be afraid of my power . . . I am the knowledge of my name I am the name of the sound and the sound of the name

Maybe one reason I had avoided my anger was that like a lot of people I had thought there were only two responses to anger: to deny it or to strike out thoughtlessly. But other responses are possible. We can allow anger's enormous energy to lead us to acts of resistance against patriarchy.

It was true I no longer believed in the God of rescue, only the God of presence, but I believed in Sophia, who whispered bravery and wisdom in my ear day and night, if I would only listen, and I tried now to do that, to listen.

They are condemned as impure, but God is love. He would not be so cruel as to condemn them.

Egy embert boldoggá tenni – tudod, ez az, ami számít. Az emberekkel az a legnagyobb baj, hogy… – … hogy nem tudják, mi számít, és mi nem! – Én úgy mondanám, a baj az, hogy tudják, mi számít, és mégsem azt választják.

Our true identity flows from our "center." Therefore we are living the fullness of who we truly are when we are living out of our center.

To know exactly where you're headed may be the best way to go astray. Not all who loiter are lost.

handed me a drying towel. "You

A história não são apenas fatos e eventos. A história também é a dor em nosso coração, e nós repetimos a história até que sejamos capazes de fazer nossa a dor no coração de outro.

I went desiring to cleanse myself of fear and deadness of spirit. I went repenting of my silence and of the meagerness of my hope. I went thinking of the newborn self I'd dreamed of birthing.

It was a winter evening like so many others that passed in quiet predictability: