Regrets don't help anything. Sue Monk Kidd More Quotes by Sue Monk Kidd More Quotes From Sue Monk Kidd I don't hold to the idea that God causes suffering and crisis. I just know that those things come along and God uses them. We think life should be a nice, clean ascending line. But inevitably something wanders onto the scene and creates havoc with the nice way we've arranged life to fall in place. Sue Monk Kidd nice fall thinking Knowing can be a curse on a person's life. I'd traded in a pack of lies for a pack of truth, and I didn't know which one was heavier. Sue Monk Kidd curse knowing lying We have to acknowledge sometimes that this moment is enough. This place is enough. I am enough. Sue Monk Kidd moments enough sometimes I wished she'd been smart enough, or loving enough, to realize everybody has burdens that crush them, only they don't give up their children. Sue Monk Kidd crush giving-up children Just to be is holy, just to live is a gift. Sue Monk Kidd holy "Why is it sports is the only thing white people see us being successful at? I don't want to play football," he said. "I wanna be a lawyer." "That's fine with me," I said, a little annoyed. "I've just never heard of a Negro lawyer, that's all. You've got to hear of these things before you can imagine them." "Bullshit. You gotta imagine what's never been." Sue Monk Kidd successful football sports I'll write this all down for you," I said. "I'll put it in a story." I don't know if that's what he wanted to ask me, but it's something everybody wants--for someone to see the hurt done to them and set it down like it matters. Sue Monk Kidd hurt stories writing From now on when people asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I planned to say, Amnesiac. Sue Monk Kidd grew grew-up people Have you ever written a letter you knew you could never mail but you needed to write it anyway? Sue Monk Kidd mail letters writing 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 eye sleep heart Place a beehive on my grave And let the honey soak through. When I'm dead and gone, That's what I want from you. The streets of heaven are gold and sunny, But I'll stick with my plot and a pot of honey. Place a beehive on my grave And let the honey soak through. Sue Monk Kidd gold heaven death the redness had seeped from the day and night was arranging herself around us. Cooling things down, staining and dyeing the evening purple and blue black. Sue Monk Kidd sunset blue night Every person on the face of the earth makes mistakes, Lily. Every last one. We're all so human. Your mother made a terrible mistake, but she tried to fix it.' 'Good night,' I said, and rolled onto my side. 'There is nothing perfect,' August said from the doorway. 'There is only life. Sue Monk Kidd good-night mother mistake The whole problem with people is they don't know what matters and what doesn't. Sue Monk Kidd what-matters problem people I don't remember what they said, only the fury of their words, how the air turned raw and full of welts. Later it would remind me of birds trapped inside a closed room, flinging themselves against the windows and the walls, against each other. Sue Monk Kidd wall air bird He'd gone to church for forty years and was only getting worse. It seemed like this should tell God something. Sue Monk Kidd church gone years The translucence that comes when life hardens into a bead of such cruel perfection you see it with the purest clarity. Everything suddenly there--life as it truly is, enormous, appalling, devastating. You see the great sinkholes it makes in people and the harrowing lengths to which love will go to fill them. Sue Monk Kidd clarity perfection people How often do we do that, he wondered--look at someone and fail to see what's really there? Sue Monk Kidd failing looks Soul. The word rebounded to me, and I wondered, as I often had, what it was exactly. People talked about it all the time, but did anybody actually know? Sometimes I'd pictured it like a pilot light burning inside a person--a drop of fire from the invisible inferno people called God. Or a squashy substance, like a piece of clay or dental mold, which collected the sum of a person's experiences--a million indentations of happiness, desperation, fear, all the small piercings of beauty we've ever known. Sue Monk Kidd light fire people 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 yelling ocean heart
