Quotes from Sue Monk Kidd

The life you're living can be torn apart like Osiris's and a new one pieced together. Some of you might die and a new self will rise up to take it's place.

We become what we pay attention to

I will think only of him. I will give him more than my presence; I will give him the full attention of my heart.

To the Royal Scribe of the Metropolis from Haran ben Philip Levias of the Jewish Council. I attest that Chaya, daughter of my sister, Yaltha, died in the month of Epeiph of the 32nd year of the Emperor Augustus Caesar. As her guardian and kinsman, I request that her name be entered among those who have died. She is not default in the payment of taxes being the age of two years at the time of her death.

He gazed at me with kindness and pity. "To remain silent in the face of evil is itself a form of evil." I turned

morning shadows blossoming around her shoulders.

To avoid a fear emboldens it," she said. I said nothing. "All shall be well, child." I reared up then. "Will it? You cannot know that! How can you know that?" "Oh, Ana, Ana. When I tell you all shall be well, I don't mean that life won't bring you tragedy. Life will be life. I only mean you will be well in spite of it. All shall be well, no matter what.

The words slid fluidly off my tongue, with only an occasional stammer. I could only attribute it to the sweep and flow of water around us.

God willing. How strangely that strikes me now.

He didn't speak, nor did I, but I told myself later that everything that had ever passed between us was present then, that it was hidden somewhere among the suffering.

Was it ever right to sacrifice one's truth for expedience?

The best gift she has given me is the constancy of her belief. Whatever I become, she loves me. To her, I am enough.

Jesus sat down at a discreet distance, cross-legged, facing the cave opening. For a long interval we watched the rain and the wild, untethered sky without speaking. The nearness of him, his breathing, the way everything I felt inhabited me—I found rapture in these things, in this being together in the lonely place, and all around the thundering world.

against my nature." He gave me a tired smile. "You

How long, I thought, has it been since she was listened to, much less understood?

I wanted to speak my conscience and have it matter.

Choiak, son of Dios and a keeper of camels in the village of Soknopaiou, his wife having died and left him toil and suffering, does hand over his two-year-old daughter, Diodora, to a priest of the Temple of Isis for the sum of 1,400 silver drachmae.

Slaves, I admonish you to be content with your lot, for it is the will of God! Your obedience is mandated by scripture. It is commanded by God through Moses. It is approved by Christ through his apostles, and upheld by the church. Take heed, then, and may God in his mercy grant that you will be humbled this day and return to your masters as faithful servants.

take care what you ask, for you shall surely receive it.

I didn't know how the rubble inside me could ever be put back together.

When you're in the midst of initiation, when your "old" womanhood is dying away, you may think you'll be stuck in the dying place forever. You cannot see beyond it. It is hard to keep moving, to put one foot in front of the other, because they are always landing on some new and unfamiliar plot of ground, and half the time that place is a swamp. For weeks I'd been walking in swamps, feeling lost. I didn't know which way to go next.

We 're all yearning for a wedge of sky, aren 't we? I suspect Zgod plants these yearlings in us so we'll at least try and change the course of things. We must try, that's all - Lucretia Mott in The Invention of Wings

So. It was not I who would leave her, as I'd thought, but she who would leave me.

The need to share what we experience, to be listened to, to have what is going on inside us matter to the person we are married to, to engage in a two-way dialogue, is the cry of one soul yearning to meet another."5