Sue Monk Kidd Quotes About Darkness

Quotes about: Darkness

• I found that I could not climb my way up to God in a blaze of doing and performing. Rather, I had to descend into the depths of myself and find God there in the darkness of troubled waters.

  Sue Monk Kidd

  God, Water, Darkness

• I 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 Kidd

  Swimming, Darkness, Curls

• Gazing into the mirror, I saw myself as I was-a black silhouette in the room, a woman whose darkness had completely leaked through.

  Sue Monk Kidd

  Mirrors, Darkness, Black

  Sue Monk Kidd (2006). “The Mermaid Chair”, p.220, Penguin

• I didn't know what to think, but what I felt was magnetic and so big it ached like the moon had entered my chest and filled it up. The only think I could compare it to was the feeling I got one time when I walked from the peach stand and saw the sun spreading across the late afternoon, setting the top of the orchard on fire while darkness collected underneath. Silence had hovered over my head, beauty multiplying in the air, the trees so transparent I felt like I could see through to something pure inside them. My chest ached then, too, this very same way.

  Sue Monk Kidd

  Moon, Thinking, Air

  "The Secret Life of Bees". Book by Sue Monk Kidd, November 8, 2001.

• Back in the autumn I had awakened to a growing darkness and cacophony, as if something in the depths were crying out. A whole chorus of voices. Orphaned voices. They seemed to speak for all the unlived parts of me, and they came with a force and dazzle that I couldn't contain. They seemed to explode the boundaries of my existence. I know now that they were the clamor of a new self struggling to be born.

  Sue Monk Kidd

  Struggle, Autumn, Self

  Sue Monk Kidd (2016). “When the Heart Waits: Spiritual Direction for Life's Sacred Questions”, p.8, Harper Collins

• Rebirth is almost impossible without the darkness.....I tell myself I am experiencing the death of myself as mother, the death of myself as a younger woman -- precious old lives going by the wayside. Of course, I should let myself grieve. To deny the grief is to squander a transforming and radiant possibility.

  Sue Monk Kidd

  Mother, Grief, Grieving

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