If someone should ask me, 'What does the soul do?' I would say, It does two things. It loves. And it creates. Those are its primary acts.
Sue Monk KiddI 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 KiddSomething deep in all of us yearns for God's beauty, and we can find it no matter where we are.
Sue Monk Kidd