Top 500 Sue Monk Kidd Quotes (2025 Update)
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251. “I feel again the hunger to let go of my striving and find the ability to become content and still, intentionally “superfluous,” as writer Helen M. Luke puts it. I want a refuge from my old conquering self.”

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252. “Is the library all you hoped?” “It’s a holy of holies,” I said. And it was, but I could feel the tiny lump of anger tucked beneath my awe. A half million scrolls and codices were within these walls, and all but a handful were by men. They had written the known world.”

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253. “The aim of the novelist is not only to hold up a mirror to the world, but to imagine what’s possible.”

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254. “I heard mauma say, “I don’t spec to get free. The only way I’m getting free is for you to get free.”

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255. “We will teach you about our God and you will teach us about yours, and together we’ll find the God that exists behind them.”

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256. “The whole problem with people is they don’t know what matters and what doesn’t.”

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257. “Sarah shifted on the bench. I worried she was winding up to say something, that Sky would start humming now, that the fright spring-coiled inside me would break loose. Then I remembered the widow dress I was wearing. I made a sound with my lips like I was trying to give him an answer, but choking on the words, seized by my grief, and I didn’t have to pretend that much. I felt sorrow for my life, for what I’d lived and seen and known, for what was lost to me, and the weeping turned real.”

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258. “You’re looking for a reason,” she said. “And that doesn’t help. It doesn’t change the present.”

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259. “Which end of the needle are you going to be- the side held by string or the point that pierces the cloth?”

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260. “I am the coming together and the falling apart. I am the enduring and the disintegration...”

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261. “I would like to be free of the part of me that dares too little and fears too much.”

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262. “God is he whose center is everywhere and circumference is nowhere.”

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263. “She laid the book down and came where I was standing by the chimney place and put her arms round me. It was hard to know where things stood. People say love gets fouled by a difference big as ours. I didn’t know for sure whether Miss Sarah’s feelings came from love or guilt. I didn’t know whether mine came from love or a need to be safe. She loved me and pitied me. And I loved her and used her. It never was a simple thing. That day, our hearts were pure as they ever would get.”

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264. “Make the world better. Take the meanness out of people’s hearts.”

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265. “Sometimes things of magnitude settle over you with excruciating slowness. Say you break your ankle and don’t feel it hurting till you’ve walked another block.”

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266. “I wondered what it was like to be inside her, just a curl of flesh swimming in the darkness, the quiet things that had passed between us.”

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267. “I eventually found that the soul is more than an immortal commodity to win and save. It is the repository of the inner divine, the truest part of us.”

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268. “I could even feel how perishable all my moments really were, how all my life they had come to me begging to be lived, to be cherished even.”

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269. “I’d forgotten how that sort of craving felt, how it rose suddenly and loudly from the pit of my stomach like a flock of startle birds, then floated back down in the slow, beguiling way of feathers.”

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270. “There was nothing I hated worse than clumps of whispering girls who got quiet when I passed. I started picking scabs off my body and, when I didn’t have any, gnawing the flesh around my fingernails until I was a bleeding wreck. I worried so much about how I looked and whether I was doing things right, I felt half the time I was impersonating a girl instead of really being me.”

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271. “I didn’t see why loving someone had to have so much agony attached to it. It felt like a series of fresh cuts in the skin of my heart.”

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272. “It does the world no good to return evil for evil. I try now to return good to them instead.”

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273. “If you don’t know where your’re going, you should know where you came from.”

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274. “What matters is giving over to what you love.”

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275. “Every man is guilty of all the good he didn’t do.” Such a notion made it virtually impossible to enjoy life.”

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276. “If you can’t be still and wait, you can’t become what God created you to be.”

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277. “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.”

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278. “I vividly remember the summer of 1964 with its voter registration drives, boiling racial tensions, and the erupting awareness of the cruelty of racism. I was never the same after that summer.”

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279. “It only meant that my natural inclination was to draw my “energy” from within instead of seeking it outside myself, plus my mom was an introvcert, and so were a lot of normal people. The problem was I was shy on top of that. And we all know how the world loves a shy introvert.”

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280. “But we all have some largeness in us, don’t we, Ana?”

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281. “Elizabeth A. Johnson explains that including divine female symbols and images not only challenges the dominance of male images but also calls into question the structure of patriarchy itself.”

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282. “You do your rebellions any way you can.”

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283. “Your moment will come because you’ll make it come.”

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284. “For years I’d written down my dreams, believing, as I still do, that one of the purest sources of knowledge about our lives comes from the symbols and images deep within.”

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285. “I have come here not to find answers, but to find a way to live in a world without any.”

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286. “It takes so much energy to keep things at bay.”

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287. “He’s over your head!” He was, but naturally I’d flung myself into the Sea of Voltaire anyway and emerged with nothing more than several aphorisms.”

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288. “He’d cradled his grief almost to the point of loving it. For so long he’d refused to give it up, because leaving it behind was like leaving her.”

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289. “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.”

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290. “I hope for everything.”

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291. “Just to be is holy, just to live is a gift.”

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292. “Mauma came down with a limp. When she was in her room or in the kitchen house for meals, she didn’t have any trouble, but the minute she stepped in the yard, she dragged her leg like it was a dead log.”

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293. “The most wounded thing in us always finds a way.”

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294. “How often do we do that, he wondered – look at someone and fail to see what’s really there?”

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295. “Squeezing it in my palm, I prayed, Please, God, let this seed you planted in me bear fruit.”

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296. “Pay them no mind and turn the other cheek. Their hearts are boulders and their heads are straw.”

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297. “She didn’t even know how dangerous the truth could be, all the tiny, shattering seeds it carried.”

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298. “I marvel at how good I was before I met him, how I lived molded to the smallest space possible, my days the size of little beads that passed without passion through my fingers. So few people know what they’re capable of. At forty-two I’d never done anything that took my own breath away, and I suppose now that was part of the problem – my chronic inability to astonish myself.”

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299. “And it comes to me that the echoes of my own life will likely die away in that way thunder does. But this life, what a shining thing-it is enough.”

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300. “I realize that I can be with someone, but on a deeper level I’m not available to them at all. I have attention deficit disorder of the soul.”

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