“I wanted to know what happened when two people felt it. Would it divide the hurt in two, make it lighter to bear, the way feeling someone's joy seemed to double it?” PeopleKnowsWayTwoFeelingsWantedJoyFeltHurtHappenedBearsDividesLighters Book:The Secret Life of Bees Source: The Secret Life of Bees
“There was nothing I hated worse than clumps of whispering girls who got quiet when I passed. I started picking scabs off my body and, when I didn't have any, gnawing the flesh around my fingernails until I was a bleeding wreck. 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 me.” BodyGirlFeltHalfQuietFleshWorriedHatedWrecksBleedingBeing MeWhisperingFingernailsScabs Book:The Secret Life of Bees Source: The Secret Life of Bees
“At night I would lie in bed and watch the show, how bees squeezed through the cracks of my bedroom wall and flew circles around the room, making that propeller sound, a high-pitched zzzzzz that hummed along my skin. I watched their wings shining like bits of chrome in the dark and felt the longing build in my chest. The way those bees flew, not even looking for a flower, just flying for the feel of the wind, split my heart down its seam.” WayFeelsHeartShowsLyingNightFeltBitsSoundDarkRoomsWatchesWindFlowerWallMy HeartBedSkinsLongingWingsShiningCirclesFlyingCracksChestsSplitsBeesBedroomFlewChromePropellerBedroom Wall Book:Of love and life: three novels selected and condensed by Reader's Digest Source: Of love and life: three novels selected and condensed by Reader's Digest
“I felt a trembling along my skin, a treaveling current that moved up my spine, down my arms, pulsing out from my fingertips. I was practically radiating. The body knows things a long time before the mind catches up to them. I was wondering what my body knew that I didn't.” KnowsMindLongBodyFeltWonderArmsLong TimeSkinsMovedCurrentsSpineTremblingFingertips Book:The Secret Life of Bees Source: The Secret Life of Bees
“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.” ThinkingKnowsWayFeelingsBigsFeltSilenceDarknessSunFireSawsAirTreePureMoonLateFilledSettingSettingsCompareChestsAfternoonOne TimeTransparentMagneticPeachesOrchardMultiplyingLate Afternoon Author:Sue Monk Kidd
“A moment of grace. There rose up within me a profound sense of being loved. I felt "gathered together" and encircled by a Presence completely loving, as if I were enveloped by the music of a love song created just for me. It was not overwhelming or even emotional. Just a warm knowing that I was in God's loving embrace...centered and unified there. [Love]encounters cannot be analyzed, only shared. If you take a butterfly, Robert Frost said, and pin it down into a box, you no longer have a butterfly.” IfsSaidMomentsTogetherSongFeltKnowingGraceEmotionalEmbraceRoseProfoundBoxesWarmEncountersOverwhelmingButterflyPinsFrostBeing LovedUnified Author:Sue Monk Kidd
“I felt amazed at the choosing one had to do, over and over a million times daily--choosing love, then choosing it again...how loving and being in love could be so different.” DifferentFeltMillionsAmazedBeing In LoveChoosing One Author:Sue Monk Kidd
“I felt someone should personally thank every rock out there for the human misery it had absorbed. We should kiss them one by one & say, we are sorry, but something strong & lasting had to do this for May, & you are the chosen ones. God bless your rock hearts.” ShouldHumansHeartMayStrongFeltRocksKissingMiserySorryChosenLastingBlessGod Bless Author: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.” GirlFeltHalfWorried Author:Sue Monk Kidd
“I'd forgotten how that sort of craving felt, how it rose suddenly and loudly from the pit of my stomach like a flock of startle birds, then floated back down in the slow, beguiling way of feathers.” WayFeltBirdRoseForgottenStomachFeathersCravingPitsFlocks Author:Sue Monk Kidd
