Top 500 Sue Monk Kidd Quotes (2026 Update)
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301. “Squeezing it in my palm, I prayed, Please, God, let this seed you planted in me bear fruit.”

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

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303. “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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304. “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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305. “How often do we do that, he wondered – look at someone and fail to see what’s really there?”

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306. “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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307. “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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308. “The most wounded thing in us always finds a way.”

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309. “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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310. “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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311. “She didn’t even know how dangerous the truth could be, all the tiny, shattering seeds it carried.”

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312. “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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313. “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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314. “When had my fear of broken plates gotten so grandiose? My desire for extravagant moments so small?”

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

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

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

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320. “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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321. “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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322. “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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323. “When a woman starts to disentangle herself from patriarchy, ultimately she is abandoned to her own self.”

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

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

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

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327. “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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328. “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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329. “I always have cold feet but come on, they won’t stop me.”

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330. “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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331. “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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332. “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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333. “Go, be boiling clouds and lightning spears and sky-splitting roars.”

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

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

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338. “El secreto de una buena mentira es no dar demasiadas explicaciones y aportar un buen detalle.”

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339. “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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340. “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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341. “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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342. “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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343. “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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344. “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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345. “I was gonna say, The problem is they know what matters, but they don’t choose it. You know how hard that is, Lily? I love May, but it was still so hard to choose Caribbean Pink. The hardest thing on earth is choosing what matters.”

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346. “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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347. “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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348. “We must wake up, journey, name, challenge, shed, reclaim, ground, and heal.”

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349. “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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350. “Did you know there are 32 names for love in one of the Eskimo language? And we just have this one. We are so limited, you have to use the same word for loving Rosaleen as you do for loving Coke with peanuts. Isn’t that a shame we don’t have more ways to say it.”

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