Depressed people do things they wouldn't ordinarily do.

— Sue Monk Kidd

Don't be telling me--can't be done. That's some god damned white talk, that's what that is.

— Sue Monk Kidd

Every living creature on the earth is special. You want to be the one that puts an end to one of them?

— Sue Monk Kidd

Every person on the face of the earth makes mistakes, Lily. Every last one. We're all so human. Your mother made a terrible mistake, but she tried to fix it.'' Good night,' I said, and rolled onto my side.' There is nothing perfect,' August said from the doorway. 'There is only life.

— Sue Monk Kidd

Finally, I began to write about becoming an older woman and the trepidation it stirred. The small, telling "betrayals" of my body. The stalled, eerie stillness in my writing, accompanied by an ache for some unlived destiny. I wrote about the raw, unsettled feelings coursing through me, the need to divest and relocate, the urge to radically simplify and distill life into a new, unknown meaning.

— Sue Monk Kidd

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

— Sue Monk Kidd

Have you ever noticed the more you try not to think, the more elaborate your thinking episodes get?

— Sue Monk Kidd

He'd gone to church for forty years and was only getting worse. It seemed like this should tell God something.

— Sue Monk Kidd

...he felt God the same way arthritic monks felt rain coming in their joints. He felt only a hint of him.

— Sue Monk Kidd

How could I choose someone who would force me to give up my own small reach for meaning? I chose myself, and without consolation.

— Sue Monk Kidd