Top 500 Sue Monk Kidd Quotes (2025 Update)
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301. “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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302. “When had my fear of broken plates gotten so grandiose? My desire for extravagant moments so small?”

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

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

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

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307. “All this love coming to me. I didn’t know what to do with it. I wanted to say, I love you, too. I love you all. The feeling rose up in me like a column of wind, but when it got to my mouth, it had no voice, no words. Just a lot of air and longing.”

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308. “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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309. “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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310. “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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311. “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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312. “Most people prefer the certainty of misery to the misery of uncertainty.”10.”

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

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

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315. “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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316. “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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317. “What most sets you apart is the spirit in you that rebels and persists.”

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

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319. “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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320. “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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321. “Like God’s, women’s toil had no beginning and no end.”

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322. “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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323. “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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324. “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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325. “We are looking for ways our stories fit together.”

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326. “Very often silence becomes the female drug of choice.”

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327. “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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328. “It is not something written by men and frozen in time. It is not from a source outside myself. My ultimate authority is the divine voice in my own soul. Period.”

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329. “It never occurred to her their gaiety wasn’t contentment, but survival.”

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330. “You said you’re not like other men. Well, I’m not like other women-you’ve said so yourself. I have ambitions as men do. I’m racked with longings. I’m selfish and willful and sometimes deceitful. I rebel. I’m easy to anger. I doubt the ways of God. I’m an outsider everywhere I go. People look on me with derision. And you would still have me?”

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331. “My own largeness has been to bless yours.”

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

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333. “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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334. “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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335. “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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336. “El secreto de una buena mentira es no dar demasiadas explicaciones y aportar un buen detalle.”

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337. “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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338. “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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339. “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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340. “I’d thought of my aunt as invincible, impervious – someone assailed by life, but somehow unmaimed by it – but I saw her suddenly as a person of flaws and bruises like myself. There was an odd relief in it.”

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341. “I tell you, there are times when words are so glad to be set free they laugh out loud and prance across their tablets and inside their scrolls. So it was with the words I wrote. They reveled till dawn. xvii.”

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342. “He will use the word “love,” and the world will not stop spinning but go right on in its courses, like the river, like the bees, like everything. A person shouldn’t look too far down her nose at absurdities. Look at me. I dived into one absurd thing after another, and here I am in the pink house. I wake up to wonder everyday.”

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343. “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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344. “We make our moments, Ana, or we do not.”

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345. “I laid my palm on the second square – the woman in the field and the slaves flying in the air over her head. All that hope in the wind.”

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346. “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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347. “Heavier or not, the truth is yours now.”

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

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349. “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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350. “I think for you, too, God cannot be contained.”

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