Quotes About Sue Monk Kidd

When I wrote 'The Secret Life of Bees,' I was writing about civil rights.

Why should we contain God any longer in our poor and narrow conceptions, which are so often no more than grandiose reflections of ourselves? Let us set him free.

Her name was Mary, and there ends any resemblance to the mother of our Lord.

the men expressed the shock of reading something geared exclusively to the feminine. It stunned them with an awareness of what women experience. They said they'd felt religiously excluded for the first time in their lives.

To condemn slavery was one thing—that I could do in my own individual heart—but female ministers!

You could say I'd never had a true religious moment… But I had such a moment right then, standing in my own ordinary room. I heard a voice say, Lily Melissa Owens, your jar is open.

The birth of a daughter is a loss. Better is the wickedness of a man than a woman who does good.

long aprons with starch. Off in the drawing room, it sounded like bees buzzing. Missus showed

can't explain this to myself. I only feel in intuitive, indeterminate ways that she will have a part in whatever renaissance might lie in my aging, perhaps opening me to the deeper

Marija Gimbutas, who'd studied and written about the Goddess-worshiping, earth-centered cultures of prehistory,1 as well as other books I'd read

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.

It can only germinate naturally out of my experience . . . or not.

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

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.