At night I would lie in bed and watch the show, how bees squeezed through the cracks of my bedroom wall and flew circles around the room, making that propeller sound, a high-pitched zzzzzz that hummed along my skin. I watched their wings shining like bits of chrome in the dark and felt the longing build in my chest. The way those bees flew, not even looking for a flower, just flying for the feel of the wind, split my heart down its seam.
Sue Monk KiddWhen compassion wakes up in us, we find ourselves more willing to become vulnerable, to take the risk of entering the pain of others.
Sue Monk KiddStanding there, I loved myself and I hated myself. That's what the black Mary did to me, made me feel my glory and my shame at the same time.
Sue Monk KiddHoneybees depend not only on physical contact with the colony, but also require it's social companionship and support. Isolate a honeybee from her sisters and she will soon die.
Sue Monk KiddYou've got to figure out which end of the needle you're gon' be, the one that's fastened to the thread or the end that pierces the cloth.
Sue Monk Kidd