I said, "Where's all that delivering God's supposed to do?" He snorted. "You're right, the only deliverance is the one we get for ourselves. The Lord doesn't have any hands and feet but ours."" That doesn't say much for the Lord."" It doesn't say much for us, either.

— Sue Monk Kidd

I think there must be a place inside of us where dreams go and wait their turn.

— Sue Monk Kidd

It occurred to them for the first time in their lives that what's divine can come in dark skin.

— Sue Monk Kidd

It shocks me how I wish for...what is lost and cannot come back.

— Sue Monk Kidd

It takes so much energy to keep things at bay.

— Sue Monk Kidd

I usually read in the morning, in my kitchen at breakfast - a short reading time, usually poetry. I read in bed every night. Furthermore, I usually get in bed pretty early with a book, and I read until I can't prop my eyes open anymore - sometimes rather late.

— Sue Monk Kidd

I was not sorry for loving Charleston or for leaving it. Geography had made me who I was.

— Sue Monk Kidd

I was wishing I had a story like that one to live inside me with so much loudness you could pick it up on a stethoscope.

— Sue Monk Kidd

I wonder if that's the perennial story of writers: you find the true light, you lose the true light, you find it again. And maybe again.

— Sue Monk Kidd

I worried so much about how I looked and whether I was doing things right, I felt half the time I was impersonating a girl instead of really being one.

— Sue Monk Kidd