Top 500 Sue Monk Kidd Quotes (2026 Update)
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301. “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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302. “The most wounded thing in us always finds a way.”

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

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305. “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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306. “The kjerringsleppet were a marvelous image for the empowered self. A “woman on the loose” is a woman who leaves the woods where she has been growing strong all these years. She swoops out of the trees, ringing her bell. She is saying, I am here now. And I am not going away. The motto that the women on the loose adopted is: “To improvise, surprise, and come uninvited.” That’s not a half-bad motto.”

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

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

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310. “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.”

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311. “When had my fear of broken plates gotten so grandiose? My desire for extravagant moments so small?”

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312. “The shape she loved was a triangle. Always black. Mauma put black triangles on about every quilt she sewed.”

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313. “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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314. “When you’re unsure of yourself,” she said, “when you start pulling back into doubt and small living, she’s the one inside saying, ‘Get up from there and live like the glorious girl you are.’ She’s the power inside you, you understand?”

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315. “We stayed like that while bees swirled around our heads with a sound like sizzling bacon, a sound that no longer registered as danger. Danger, I realized, was a thing you got used to.”

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316. “He said she left me, that she left both of us and ran away.” A wall of glass broke in my chest, a wall I didn’t even know was there.”

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317. “I feared my grief would turn to despair, that it would become a skin I couldn’t shed.”

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318. “It’s thought we’re too weak to face danger and hardship. But do we not give birth? Do we not work day and night? Are we not ordered about and silenced? What are robbers and rainstorms compared to these things?”

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319. “Have you ever noticed the more you try not to think, the more elaborate your thinking episodes get?”

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320. “When a woman starts to disentangle herself from patriarchy, ultimately she is abandoned to her own self.”

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321. “Simone de Beauvoir was of the opinion that if, at menopause, a woman gives her “consent” to growing older, she is changed into a “different being,” one who is more herself, one who is complete.”

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322. “Like God’s, women’s toil had no beginning and no end.”

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323. “What most sets you apart is the spirit in you that rebels and persists.”

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324. “Most people prefer the certainty of misery to the misery of uncertainty.”10.”

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325. “Looking at her eyes, I could see a fire inside them. It was a hearth fire you could depend on, you could draw up to and get warm by if you were cold or cook something on that would feed the emptiness in you.”

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326. “A child as awkward as I required an explanation. My father suggested that while God was busy knitting me together in my mother’s womb, he’d become distracted and mistakenly endowed me with gifts destined for some poor baby boy. I don’t know if he realized how affronting this must have been to God, at whose feet he laid the blunder.”

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327. “When is the impulse to help an adult child a wise intervention and when is it self-serving and prying? I have an uneasy feeling I will have to carry the question around for a while like some grating pebble in my shoe.”

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328. “Rather than dilute our relationship, the freedom I was claiming helped solidify it. For in the long run, when a woman breaks out of boxes that have limited her, when she sets her plucky self free and begins to nourish and enrich herself, her relationships are nourished and enriched as well.”

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329. “I’m prideful enough to say I didn’t complain. After you get stung, you can’t get unstung no matter how much you whine about it. I just dived back into the riptide of saving bees.”

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330. “Go, be boiling clouds and lightning spears and sky-splitting roars.”

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331. “They provided me with some real nice sympathy, with the feeling I was exceptional. I was the girl abandoned by her mother. I was the girl who kneeled on grits. What a special case I was.”

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332. “I longed for it in that excruciating way one has of romanticizing the life she didn’t choose.”

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333. “Their hearts groan in many ways. And frankly, I believe we’ll all be better off when we take off our religious masks and become more human. Then we can get on with what really matters – the act of cupping our ears to one another’s hearts with compassion.”

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334. “I do not want you to miss your sister’s wedding,” I told him. It was only days away. “Nor do I wish to prolong our goodbye. Let’s say farewell here in the place where we’ve spent these eleven years together.”

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335. “I cannot forget that you left me. That knowledge will always remain in a corner of me, but I wish to let myself be loved.”

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336. “I always have cold feet but come on, they won’t stop me.”

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337. “And I was struck all at once how life was out there going through its regular courses, and I was suspended, waiting, caught in a terrible crevice between living my life and not living it. I couldn’t go on biding time like there was no end of it, no end to this summer.”

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338. “Brother Anthony leaned forward in his chair. “Contemplative waiting is consenting to be where we really are,” he explained. “People recoil from it because they don’t want to be present to themselves. Such waiting causes a deep existential loneliness to surface, a feeling of being disconnected from oneself and God. At the depths there is fear, fear of the dark chaos within ourselves.”

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339. “One day I pulled the slender volume Children’s Letters to God from a bookshelf and came upon this letter from a little girl named Sylvia: “Dear God, Are boys better than girls, I know you are one but try to be fair. Sylvia.”22.”

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340. “Do you think I could keep bees one day?” I asked. August said, “Didn’t you tell me this past week one of the things you loved was bees and honey? Now, if that’s so, you’ll be a fine beekeeper. Actually, you can be bad at something, Lily, but if you love doing it, that will be enough.” The.”

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341. “Ah, but never underestimate the power of a dismissed dream. I think there must be a place inside of us where dreams go and wait their turn.”

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342. “Lightning came, not jagged but in soft, golden licks across the sky.”

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343. “What is bound will be unbound. What is cast down will be lifted up. That is the promise of Our Lady.”

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344. “Journal became a sanctuary where I could pour out in honesty my pain and joy. It recorded my footsteps and helped me understand where I was standing, where I had been, and even where God pointed.”

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345. “We must wake up, journey, name, challenge, shed, reclaim, ground, and heal.”

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346. “I longed for it in that excruciating way one has of romanticizing the life she didn’t choose. But sitting here now, I knew if I’d accepted Israel’s proposal, I would’ve regretted that, too. I’d chosen the regret I could live with best, that’s all. I’d chosen the life I belonged to.”

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347. “At crucial times we must seek out periods of inner solitude, deep brooding and being, intervals of spiritual apartness where we move down into the depths of ourselves to mine the dark gorge and bring new treasure into the light.”

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348. “Here is one of the principles of women waking: If you don’t respond to the first gentle nudges, they will increase in intensity. Next you will wake up on the roof. And if you do not respond to that, there will likely be a crash.”

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349. “She’d immersed herself in forbidden privileges, yes, but mostly in the belief she was worthy of those privileges. What she’d done was not a revolt, it was a baptism.”

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350. “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.”

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