She was wet with my crying. Up around her collar the cotton of her dress was plastered to her skin. I could see her darkness shining through the wet places. She was like a sponge, absorbing what I couldn't hold anymore.
Sue Monk KiddWe walked to the woods beside the pink house with her stories still pulled soft around our shoulders. I could feel them touching me in places, like an actual shawl.
Sue Monk KiddHow one minute she was talking to you and the next she had slipped into a private world where she turned her thoughts over and over, digesting stuff most people would choke on. I wanted to say, Teach me how to do that. Teach me how to take all this in.
Sue Monk KiddA spiritual pilgrim needs to discern when his or her life is stunted in an old field and find the courage and determination to go to a "new land" that Lord will show. Surely this one of our greatest challenges
Sue Monk Kiddwomen made the best beekeepers, cause they have a special ability in them to love creatures that sting.
Sue Monk KiddWhat matters is giving over to what you love.
Sue Monk KiddMots clés inspirational love
There is nothing perfect,' August said from the doorway. 'There is only life.
Sue Monk KiddПитах се дали бих се влюбила в него, ако беше продавач на обувки в Атланта ... Едва ли щях да се влюбя и това бе разочароващо, тъй като разбиваше и последните ми илюзии.Бях се влюбила в него заради монашеството му, заради верността му към неговата същност, защото си беше самодостатъчен в самотата, защото желаеше да се промени. А най-много обичах в него способността да ме съживи. Той успя да ме върне на самата мен.
Бе жестоко и трудно да проумея, че връзката ни никога не е принадлежала на истинския живот с истинска къща, където переш чорапи и режеш лук. Принадлежеше на сенчестите пластове на душата.
Probably one or two moments in your whole life you will hear a dark whispering spirit, a voice coming from the center of things. It will have blades for lips and will not stop until it speaks the one secret thing at the heart of it all. Kneeling on the floor, unable to stop shuddering, I heard it plainly. It said, You are unlovable...
Sue Monk KiddMots clés fear truth shame secrets
Some things were not possible in this world. Children did not have two parents who refused to love them. One, maybe, but for pity's sake, not two.
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