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 KiddWhen it's time to die, go ahead and die, and when it's time to live, live. Don't sort-of-maybe live, but live like you're going all out, like you're not afraid.
Sue Monk KiddIt was the first time I'd ever said the words to another person, and the sound of them broke open my heart.
Sue Monk KiddIn recent years my understanding of God had evolved into increasingly remote abstractions. I'd come to think of God in terms like Divine Reality, the Absolute, or the One who holds us in being. I do believe that God is beyond any form and image, but it has grown clear to me that I need an image in order to relate. I need an image in order to carry on an intimate conversation with what is so vast, amorphous, mysterious, and holy that it becomes ungraspable. I mean, really, how to you become intimate with Divine Reality? Or the Absolute?
Sue Monk Kidd