Everybody needs a seashell in her bathroom to remind her the ocean is her home.
Sue Monk KiddThe world will give you that once in awhile, a brief timeout; the boxing bell rings and you go to your corner, where somebody dabs mercy on your beat-up life.
Sue Monk KiddI wondered what it was like to be inside her, just a curl of flesh swimming in the darkness, the quiet things that had passed between us.
Sue Monk KiddWater beaded across her shoulders, shining like drops of milk, and her breasts swayed in the currents. It was the kind of vision you never really get over. I couldn’t help it, I wanted to go and lick the milk beads from her shoulders. I opened my mouth. I wanted something. Something, I didn’t know what. Mother, forgive.
Sue Monk KiddAbove all, send the bees love. Every little thing wants to be loved.
Sue Monk KiddI pulled out my bag and examined my mother's picture. I wondered what it had been like to be inside her, just a curl of flesh swimming in her darkness, the quiet things that had passed between us.
Sue Monk KiddI felt half the time I was impersonating a girl instead of really being one.
Sue Monk Kiddthe night fell over me, and for a moment I lost my boundaries, feeling like the sky was my own skin
Sue Monk KiddI 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 KiddTags: girls appearance pressure relateable
I was afraid, though, the blame would find a way to stick to them. That's how blame was.
Sue Monk KiddTags: secret-life-of-bees
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