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 KiddI 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 KiddI'd forgotten how that sort of craving felt, how it rose suddenly and loudly from the pit of my stomach like a flock of startle birds, then floated back down in the slow, beguiling way of feathers.
Sue Monk Kidd