Quotes from Sue Monk Kidd

There is nothing perfect...only life.

All my life I've thought I needed someone to complete me, now I know I need to belong to myself.

You can go other places, all right - you can live on the other side of the world, but you can't ever leave home

Drifting off to sleep, I thought about her. How nobody is perfect. How you just have to close your eyes and breathe out and let the puzzle of the human heart be what it is.

There's nothing like a song about lost love to remind you how everything precious can slip from the hinges where you've hung it so careful.

The hardest thing on earth is choosing what matters.

I realized it for the first time in my life: there is nothing but mystery in the world, how it hides behind the fabric of our poor, browbeat days, shining brightly, and we don't even know it.

You gotta imagine what's never been.

To remain silent in the face of evil is itself a form of evil.

In a weird way I must have loved my little collection of hurts and wounds. They provided me with some real nice sympathy, with the feeling I was exceptional...What a special case I was.

The body knows things a long time before the mind catches up to them. I was wondering what my body knew that I didn't.

It's your time to live, don't mess it up.

It shocks me how I wish for...what is lost and cannot come back.

Sometimes I was so busy being tuned in to outside ideas, expectations, and demands, I failed to hear the unique music in my soul. I forfeited my ability to listen creatively to my deepest self, to my own God within.

A lot of time you write out of some unconscious place. I try to trust what is coming and where it wants to take me.

Sometimes you want to fall on your knees and thank God in heaven for all the poor news reporting that goes on in the world.

Betrayal of any kind is hard, but betrayal by one's religion is excruciating. It makes you want to rage and weep.

I grew up in Georgia, in a small town in the southwest corner of Georgia, actually, called Sylvester.

All my life, in nameless, indeterminate ways, I'd tried to complete my life with someone else--first my father, then Hugh, even Whit, and I didn't want that anymore. I wanted to belong to myself.

And whatever it is that keeps widening your heart, that's Mary, too, not only the power inside you but the love. And when you get down to it, Lily, that's the only purpose grand enough for a human life. Not just to love - but to persist in love.

My stories have a deep spiritual core because I have a deep desire to understand things of the spirit, but yet I don't think I've written these stories from any kind of specific religious agenda because I don't think that would work.

I'm a big believer in the way ritual can put us in connection with our spirituality.

There's a gap somehow between empathy and activism. Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. spoke of 'soul force' - something that emanates from a deep truth inside of us and empowers us to act. Once you identify your inner genius, you will be able to take action, whether it's writing a check or digging a well.

I have an old dog named Lily, and she's a black lab.