Sue Monk Kidd

My mother's life was way too heavy for me. ↗

— Sue Monk Kidd

#life

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

#love

People can start out one way, and by the time life gets through with them they end up completely different. ↗

— Sue Monk Kidd

#life #people #change

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

#life #life

From now on when people asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I planned to say, Amnesiac. ↗

— Sue Monk Kidd

#life #memories #humor

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

#life

I worried so much about how I looked and whether I was doing things right, I felt half the time I was impersonating a girl instead of really being one. ↗

— Sue Monk Kidd

#girls #pressure #relateable #life

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. ↗

— Sue Monk Kidd

#love

I could even feel how perishable all my moments really were, how all my life they had come to me begging to be lived, to be cherished even. ↗

— Sue Monk Kidd

#life

Grandmotherhood initiated me into a world of play, where all things became fresh, alive, and honest again through my grandchildren's eyes. Mostly, it retaught me love. ↗

— Sue Monk Kidd

#love