There is nothing perfect…only life. — Sue Monk Kidd

Into every life a little rain must fall. — Sue Monk Kidd

My mother’s life was way too heavy for me. — Sue Monk Kidd

Someone who thinks death is the scariest thing doesn’t know a thing about life. — Sue Monk Kidd

Look, I know you meant well creating the world and all, but how could you let it get away from you like this? How come you couldn’t stick with your original idea of paradise? People’s lives were a mess. — Sue Monk Kidd

We write to taste life twice,’ Anais Nin wrote, ‘in the moment and in retrospection. — Sue Monk Kidd

And when you get down to it, Lily, that is the only purpose grand enough for a human life. Not just to love but to persist in love. — Sue Monk Kidd

All my life I’ve thought I needed someone to complete me, now I know I need to belong to myself. — Sue Monk Kidd

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. — Sue Monk Kidd

You know, some things don’t matter that much…Like the color of a house. How big is that in the overall scheme of life? But lifting a person’s heart–now, that matters. — Sue Monk Kidd

The world will give you that once in awhile, a brief timeout; the boxing bell rings and you go to your corner, where somebody dabs mercy on your beat–up life. — Sue Monk Kidd

Everybody needs a seashell in her bathroom to remind her the ocean is her home. — Sue Monk Kidd

I didn’t know how to be in the world without her. — Sue Monk Kidd

Nothing is fair in this world. You might as well get that straight right now — Sue Monk Kidd

It is the peculiar nature of the world to go on spinning no matter what sort of heartbreak is happening. — Sue Monk Kidd

What’s wrong with living in a dream world? You have to wake up. — Sue Monk Kidd

We can’t think of changing our skin color. Change the world–that’s how we gotta think. — Sue Monk Kidd

Make the world better. Take the meanness out of people’s hearts. — Sue Monk Kidd

History is not just facts and events. History is also a pain in the heart and we repeat history until we are able to make another’s pain in the heart our own. — Sue Monk Kidd

You can’t stop your heart from loving, really––it’s like standing out there in the ocean yelling at the waves to stop. — Sue Monk Kidd

Drifting off to sleep, I thought about her. How nobody is perfect. How you just have to close your eyes and breathe out and let the puzzle of the human heart be what it is. — Sue Monk Kidd

Women made the best beekeepers ’cause they have a special ability built into them to love creatures that sting. — Sue Monk Kidd

When a woman starts to disentangle herself from patriarchy, ultimately she is abandoned to her own self. — Sue Monk Kidd

I realize what a strange in–between place I am in. The Young Woman inside has turned to go, but the Old Woman has not shown up. — Sue Monk Kidd

Yes, here I am returning, the woman who bore herself to the bottom and back. Who wanted to swim like dolphins, leaping waves and diving. Who wanted only to belong to herself. — Sue Monk Kidd

Gazing into the mirror, I saw myself as I was–a black silhouette in the room, a woman whose darkness had completely leaked through. — Sue Monk Kidd

You can tell which girls lack mothers by the look of their hair… — Sue Monk Kidd

Actually, you can be bad at something…but if you love doing it, that will be enough.–August Boatwright — Sue Monk Kidd

I felt amazed at the choosing one had to do, over and over a million times daily––choosing love, then choosing it again…how loving and being in love could be so different. — Sue Monk Kidd

Did you know there are thirty–two names for love in one of the Eskimo languages?’ August said. ‘And we just have this one. We are so limited, you have to use the same word. — Sue Monk Kidd

There’s nothing like a song about lost love to remind you how everything precious can slip from the hinges where you’ve hung it so careful. — Sue Monk Kidd

That’s what I told myself five hundred times: impossibility. I can tell you this much: the word is a great big log thrown on the fires of love. ~Page 133. — Sue Monk Kidd

I watched him, filled with tenderness and ache, wondering what it was that connected us. Was it the wounded places down inside people that sought each other out, that bred a kind of love between them? — Sue Monk Kidd