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I didn't see why loving someone had to have so much agony attached to it. It felt like a series of fresh cuts in the skin of my heart
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Lovely, quite girl, no trouble, no trouble at all. You wouldn't even know she was in the house. That is often the yarn twisted around women's wrists.
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repression
patriarchy
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I was not sorry for loving Charleston or for leaving it. Geography had made me who I was.
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hometown
loving
leaving
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People who think dying is the worst thing don't know a thing about life.
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life-lessons
life
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If someone should ask me, 'What does the soul do?' I would say, It does two things. It loves. And it creates. Those are its primary acts.
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You know, she's really just a figurehead off an old ship, but the people needed comfort and rescue, so when they looked at it, they saw Mary, and so the spirit of Mary took it over. Really, her spirit is everywhere, Lily, just everywhere. Inside rocks and trees and even people, but sometimes it will get concentrated in certain places and just beam out at you in a special way.
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Every girl comes into the world with varying degrees of ambition," she said, "even if it's only the hope of not belonging body and soul to her husband."
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Sue Monk Kidd |
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You're looking for a reason," she said. "And that doesn't help. It doesn't change the present."
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moving-on
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How 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.
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Sue Monk Kidd |
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Have you ever noticed the more you try not to think, the more elaborate your thinking episodes get?
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Sue Monk Kidd |
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for whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou longest, i will lodge; thy people will be my people, and thy God my God. Where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried. The Lord do so to me, and more also, if ought but death part thee and me.
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Sue Monk Kidd |
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There is nothing perfect, [...] there is only life.
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Sue Monk Kidd |
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There was a time in Africa the people could fly. Mauma told me this one night when I was ten years old. She said, "Handful, your granny-mauma saw it for herself. She say they flew over trees and clouds. She say they flew like blackbirds. When we came here, we left that magic behind." She looked at my face, how it flowed with sorrow and doubt, and she said, "You don't believe me? Where you think these shoulder blades of yours come from, gir..
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magic
hope
inspirational
slavery-quotes
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Sue Monk Kidd |
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afflicted with the worst female curse on earth, the need to mold myself to expectations.
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Sue Monk Kidd |
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When I looked up through the web of trees, the night fell over me, and for a moment I lost my boundaries, feeling like the sky was my own skin and the moon was my heart beating up there in the dark.
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Sue Monk Kidd |
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I'd been wandering about in the enchantments of romance, afflicted with the worst female curse on earth, the need to mold myself to expectations.O
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Sue Monk Kidd |
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Strangest of all, it was the first time thoughts of equality had entered my head, and I could only attribute it to God, with whom I'd lately taken up and who was proving to be more insurrectionary than law-abiding.O
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A barge of mist floated along the water, and dragonflies, iridescent blue ones, darted back and forth like they were stitching up the air.
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Sue Monk Kidd |
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my awakening had shown me new truths about my religion, my life, and the lives of women. I had survived a landslide of awareness. But I didn't know if I could act on them. When you can't go forward and you can't go backward and you can't stay where you are without killing off what is deep and vital in yourself, you are on the edge of creation.
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Sue Monk Kidd |
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Which end of the needle are you going to be- the side held by string or the point that pierces the cloth?
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Sue Monk Kidd |
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Mauma came down with a limp. When she was in her room or in the kitchen house for meals, she didn't have any trouble, but the minute she stepped in the yard, she dragged her leg like it was a dead log.
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Sue Monk Kidd |
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Ich hatte schon oft gehoert wie Augusta gesagt hatte: Wenn du etwas vom jemanden brauchst dann bau dem anderen eine Bruecke auf der ihr euch begegnen koennt.
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Sue Monk Kidd |
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People who think dying is the worst thing don't know a thing about life. My
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Sue Monk Kidd |
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She loved me and pitied me. And I loved her and used her. It never was a simple thing. That day, our hearts were pure as they ever would get.
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Sue Monk Kidd |
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Her forbidden bath all those months ago still hung leaden between us, though Handful didn't seem the least bit ashamed by my discovery of it. Rather the opposite, she was like someone who'd risen to her full measure.
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Sue Monk Kidd |
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If everyone was so keen to Christianize the slaves, why weren't they taught to read the Bible for themselves?
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Professor Julius Lester, which I kept propped on my desk: "History is not just facts and events. History is also a pain in the heart and we repeat history until we are able to make another's pain in the heart our own."
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When I was being forgiving, I said that my mother was simply exhausted. I suspected, though, she was simply mean.
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I saw then what I hadn't seen before, that I was very good at despising slavery in the abstract, in the removed and anonymous masses, but in the concrete, intimate flesh of the girl beside me, I'd lost the ability to be repulsed by it. I'd grown comfortable with the particulars of evil. There's a frightful muteness that dwells at the center of all unspeakable things, and I had found my way into it.
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Sue Monk Kidd |
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Ich beneidete die Schildkroeten um ihre Panzer in denen sie jederzeit verschwinden konnten.
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Sue Monk Kidd |
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For always, always, we are waking up and then waking up some more.
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Sue Monk Kidd |
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Aber sie sagte immer dass Frauen einfach die besseren Imkerinen seien weil ihnen die besondere Faehigkeit angeboren sei Kreaturen zu lieben die ihnen wehtun.
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Sue Monk Kidd |
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If you don't know where you're going, you should know where you came from.
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Sue Monk Kidd |
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You have to find a mother inside yourself. We all do. Even if we already have a mother, we still have to find this part of ourselves inside.' She held out her hand to me. 'Give me your hand.' I lifted my left hand and placed it in hers. She took it and pressed the flat of my palm up against my chest, over my beating heart. 'You don't have to put your hand on Mary's heart to get strength and consolation and rescue, and all the other things w..
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A woman in Deep Sleep is one who goes about in an unconscious state. She seems unaware or unfazed by the truth of her own female life, the truth about women in general, the way women and the feminine have been wounded, devalued, and limited within culture, churches, and families. She cannot see the wound or feel the pain. She has never acknowledged, much less confronted, sexism within the church, biblical interpretations, or Christian doctr..
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Sue Monk Kidd |
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Later I would read Ursula K. Le Guin's comment: "I am a slow unlearner. But I love my unteachers."
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Sue Monk Kidd |
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Whenever I opened one, T. Ray said, "Who do you think you are, Julius Shakespeare?" The man sincerely thought that was Shakespeare's first name, and if you think I should have corrected him, you are ignorant about the art of survival."
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Sue Monk Kidd |
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I liked the way Walter Cronkite looked, with his black glasses and his voice that knew everything worth knowing. Here was a man who was not against books, that was plain. Take everything T. Ray was not, shape it into a person, and you would get Walter Cronkite.
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