Top 100 Quotes About Kidd
#1. I wonder sometimes if the purpose of the artistic community isn't to provide a concerned social matrix which simultaneously assures that no member, regardless of honors or approbation, has the slightest idea of the worth of his own work." Kidd
Samuel R. Delany
#2. When there is talk about the best point guards, sometimes they dont talk about me. But that is not my main motivation. They can talk about Jason Kidd, Steve Nash, Deron Williams, and Chris Paul. I still have the most rings.
Tony Parker
#3. There is no shortage of well-known pirates, including: Henry Morgan, Captain Kidd, Blackbeard, Blue beard, Yellowbeard, and Yellow beard with Black Roots, who surmised that, if blondes have more fun, then blond pirates must have a heck of a lot more fun.
Cuthbert Soup
#4. I try to penetrate the lane like Steve Nash, pass like Jason Kidd, and handle the ball like Allen Iverson. Remember, I said 'try to'.
Chris Paul
#5. I'm feeling like Billy the Kidd, skinny B.I.G.
You literally live like a guinea pig
Roc Marciano
#6. Kidd, turn off the light to spare my blushes.
Henry James
#7. aunt Bela would be most pleased." "Wait a second," I said. "You know Bela Kilgore?" The man in the fez smiled. "Oh, yes, Kidd
James Patterson
#8. Considering my specialization in architecture, I'm not surprised that the first graphic novel to thoroughly engage, not to say captivate, me is Chip Kidd and Dave Taylor's 'Batman: Death by Design.'
Martin Filler
#9. Missus said I was the worst waiting maid in Charleston. She said, "You are abysmal, Hetty, abysmal." I asked Miss Sarah what abysmal means and she said, "Not quite up to standard." Uh huh. I could tell from missus' face, there's bad, there's worse, and after that comes abysmal.
Sue Monk Kidd
#10. I like to have a title before I start writing.
Sue Monk Kidd
#11. It was suggested that I take a recording test. I passed, was liked and, well, you know the rest of the story.
Johnny Kidd
#12. The basic dynamics of conversion are summed up for me in the words LEAVE-ARRIVE, END-BEGIN, SHED-EMERGE. These are the tensions of conversion and spiritual awakening.
Sue Monk Kidd
#13. As an adolescent, I went to charm school, where I learned to pour tea and relate to boys, which, as I recall, meant giving them the pickle jar to unscrew, whether it was too hard for me or not.
Sue Monk Kidd
#14. The two of us praying like this to the Black Madonna Sudenly washes over me, and I'm filled with love for my mother. The best gift she has give me is the constancy of her belief. Whatever I become, she loves me. To her, I am enough.
Ann Kidd Taylor
#16. To remain silent in the face of evil is itself a form of evil.
Sue Monk Kidd
#17. If you must err, do so on the side of audacity.
Sue Monk Kidd
#18. I think the genre of comics sometimes overtakes the medium, and people assume that they are kind of frivolous. If you have a good, strong story teller, they can be as affecting as any character in literature. Period.
Chip Kidd
#19. Putting black cloths on the hives is for us. I do it to remind us that life gives way into death, and then death turns around and gives way into life.
Sue Monk Kidd
#20. There was so much in the world to be had and not had.
Sue Monk Kidd
#21. 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
Sue Monk Kidd
#22. We have to learn not to feel guilty about letting our imagination browse around, and you know, in writing fiction particularly. But I think, in any kind of writing, we have to learn to allow ourselves to approach it in a contemplative way.
Sue Monk Kidd
#23. I didn't know for sure whether Miss Sarah's feelings came from love or guilt. I didn't know whether mine came from love or a need to be safe. She loved me and pitied me. And I loved her and used her. It never was a simple thing.
Sue Monk Kidd
#24. My desire to self-destruct is a one-night stand
on Groundhog Day.
Fucking repetitive. Repetitively fucking.
Kris Kidd
#25. To fashion an inner story of our pain carries us into the heart of it, which is where rebirth inevitably occurs.
Sue Monk Kidd
#26. 'The Secret Life of Bees' was my first novel, so I had no process. I was flying by the seat of my pants, as they say, trying to understand how I, as a novelist, would work with story.
Sue Monk Kidd
#27. Sunrise is starting to feel like a guilt trip.
Kris Kidd
#29. Design is a response to a specific problem. You are given a problem to solve, and then you let the problem itself tell you what your solution is.
Chip Kidd
#30. If you don't know where your're going, you should know where you came from.
Sue Monk Kidd
#31. My aspiration to become a jurist had been laid to rest in the Graveyard of Failed Hopes, an all-female establishment. The sorrow of it had faded, but regret remained, and I'd taken to wondering if the Fates might be kinder to a different girl.
Sue Monk Kidd
#32. The piece of you that loves a part of me tries its best to hold onto the rest,
but my heart is a thousand-piece puzzle of a faraway galaxy, deep purple,
colors blending together and impossible to place.
Kris Kidd
#33. must have looked forsaken standing there because she clucked her tongue against the roof of her mouth and said, "Poor Miss Sarah." I did so despise the attachment of Poor to my name. Binah had been muttering Poor Miss Sarah like an incantation since I was four.
Sue Monk Kidd
#34. The 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 Kidd
#35. I can't think of anything I'd rather have more than somebody lovin' me.
Sue Monk Kidd
#36. That's the sacred intent of life, of God
to move us continuously toward growth, toward recovering all that is lost and orphaned within us and restoring the divine image imprinted on our soul.
Sue Monk Kidd
#37. I would rather my soul broil in hell than I do you any harm.
William Kidd
#38. She put up an invincible show, but underneath I knew her to be bruised and vulnerable.
Sue Monk Kidd
#39. I was wishing I had a story like that one to live inside me with so much loudness you could pick it up on a stethoscope.
Sue Monk Kidd
#40. Novels attempt to render human experience; that's really all they are. They are meant to convey empathy for the character.
Sue Monk Kidd
#41. Design is, literally, purposeful planning. Graphic Design, then, is the form those plans will take.
Chip Kidd
#42. Sometimes you want to fall on your knees and thank God in heaven for all the poor news reporting that goes on in the world.
Sue Monk Kidd
#43. Journal became a sanctuary where I could pour out in honesty my pain and joy. It recorded my footsteps and helped me understand where I was standing, where I had been, and even where God pointed.
Sue Monk Kidd
#44. I think of drug dealers like I think of my father - never really there when you want them to be.
Kris Kidd
#45. The True Self is not our creation, but God's. It is the self we are in our depths. It is our capacity for divinity and transcendence.
Sue Monk Kidd
#46. Have you ever written a letter you knew you could never mail but you needed to write it anyway?
Sue Monk Kidd
#47. I knew then that no matter how hard you tried, no matter how many jars of honey you threw, no matter how much you thought you could leave your mother behind, she would never disappear from the tender places in you.
Sue Monk Kidd
#48. I also play a little bit of Tiger Woods once in awhile. Get on the golf course there, and pretend that I'm beating him.
Jason Kidd
#49. I just mean that everything eventually ends. The two suns are always rising somewhere. That's part of life. Something ends and then something else will begin.
Sue Monk Kidd
#50. It was respect she had for feelings, how she believed it was inimical to the soul to deny them.
Sue Monk Kidd
#51. One day i will have to forgive life for ending. I tell myself I will have to learn how to let life be life with its unbearable finality ... just be what ti is.
Sue Monk Kidd
#52. Whatever else you do, listen to your Deepest Self. Love Her and be true to Her, speak Her truth, always.
Sue Monk Kidd
#53. It was the first time I'd ever said the words to another person, and the sound of them broke open my heart.
Sue Monk Kidd
#54. They say you can bear anything if you can tell a story about it.
Sue Monk Kidd
#55. Squeezing it in my palm, I prayed, Please, God, let this seed you planted in me bear fruit.
Sue Monk Kidd
#56. 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.
Sue Monk Kidd
#57. So I taught Sunday school and brought dishes to all manner of potlucks and tried to adjust the things I heard from the pulpit to my increasingly incongruent faith.
Sue Monk Kidd
#58. If you will take her, you may take her, but if you go from aboard, you shall never come aboard again.
William Kidd
#59. You are my everlasting home. Don't you ever be afraid. I am enough. We are enough.
Sue Monk Kidd
#60. If I ever retire, I want it to be in the KISS-FM jersey.
Kidd Kraddick
#62. I first saw 'The Dinner Party' in 2007 at the Brooklyn Museum in New York City. While perusing the Heritage Panels, which honor 999 women who have made important contributions to Western history, I came upon the names of two sisters, Sarah and Angelina Grimke.
Sue Monk Kidd
#63. Drifting off to sleep, I thought about her. How nobody is perfect. How you just have to close your eyes and breathe out and let the puzzle of the human heart be what it is.
Sue Monk Kidd
#64. The day life turned into nothing this world could fix,
Sue Monk Kidd
#65. A 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 the Lord will show. (Abraham-Journey) ... so that you can find the wholeness you seek.
Sue Monk Kidd
#66. I walked past the stable and carriage house. The path took me cross the whole map of the world I knew. I hadn't yet seen the spinning globe in the house that showed the rest of it. p7
Sue Monk Kidd
#67. He's over your head! He was, but naturally I'd flung myself into the Sea of Voltaire anyway and emerged with nothing more than several aphorisms.
Sue Monk Kidd
#68. 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.
Sue Monk Kidd
#70. Growing up, Magic Johnson was my idol. He was a good example. He could always pass the ball extremely well and get his teammates involved.
Jason Kidd
#71. Drugs may know how to numb a brain, but the past never forgets to resurface.
Kris Kidd
#72. My longing for someone to talk to made Himillsy the lightning bug in my honey jar. I punched holes in the lid so she could breathe.
Chip Kidd
#74. The secret of a good lie is don't overly explain, and throw in one good detail.
Sue Monk Kidd
#76. It's always been my hope that I would write a story that would inspire and would connect with people in a way that would touch hearts.
Sue Monk Kidd
#77. All my life, in nameless, indeterminate ways, I'd tried to complete my life with someone else
first my father, then Hugh, even Whit, and I didn't want that anymore. I wanted to belong to myself.
Sue Monk Kidd
#78. God is he whose center is everywhere and circumference is nowhere.
Sue Monk Kidd
#79. I am the cause of the energy crisis.
Kris Kidd
#80. Yes, here I am returning, the woman who bore herself to the bottom and back. Who wanted to swim like dolphins, leaping waves and diving. Who wanted only to belong to herself.
Sue Monk Kidd
#81. The night fell over me, and for a moment I lost my boundaries, feeling like the sky was my own skin
Sue Monk Kidd
#82. The time to assert one's right is when it's denied!
Sue Monk Kidd
#83. I do not care so much for the death of my gunner, as for other passages of my voyage, for I have good friends in England that will bring me off for that.
William Kidd
#84. You come from your mauma, you sleep in the bed with her till you're near twenty years grown, and you still don't know what haunches in the dark corners of her.
Sue Monk Kidd
#85. There is nothing perfect...there is only life.
Sue Monk Kidd
#86. When he spoke, the roughness was gone from his voice. I could tell you I did it. That's what you wanna hear. I could tell you she did it to herself, but both ways I'd be lying. It was you who did it, Lily. You didn't mean it, but it was you.
Sue Monk Kidd
#87. One thing that became clear to me is that images of a divine mother are surprisingly important in the psychological wholeness of women, especially in the process of women taking up residence in their own authority.
Sue Monk Kidd
#88. As I descended the stairs, the years between us seemed accumulated everywhere, filling the house, and it seemed strange to me, how love and habit blurred so thoroughly to make a life.
Sue Monk Kidd
#89. In the photograph by my bed my mother is perpetually smiling on me. I guess I have forgiven us both, although sometimes in the night my dreams will take me back to the sadness, and I have to wake up and forgive us again.
Sue Monk Kidd
#90. against my nature." He gave me a tired smile. "You
Sue Monk Kidd
#91. My mother says I'm crazy, I'm not crazy, I just have a different way of looking at things.
James Kidd
#92. I wonder if that's the perennial story of writers: you find the true light, you lose the true light, you find it again. And maybe again.
Sue Monk Kidd
#93. The homeless dudes on Alameda all have legs any runway model would kill for, and sometimes I think of giving them money, but - I don't know, I've got bills to not pay, and drinks to make people buy for me.
Kris Kidd
#94. He that finds his life shall lose it, and he that loses his life shall find it. Do not fear to lose what needs to be lost.
Sue Monk Kidd
#95. Reading was a kind of freedom, the only one I could give
Sue Monk Kidd
#96. I vividly remember the summer of 1964 with its voter registration drives, boiling racial tensions, and the erupting awareness of the cruelty of racism. I was never the same after that summer.
Sue Monk Kidd
#97. I love like a beaten child and I trust like an addict.
Kris Kidd
#98. It only meant that my natural inclination was to draw my "energy" from within instead of seeking it outside myself, plus my mom was an introvcert, and so were a lot of normal people. The problem was I was shy on top of that. And we all know how the world loves a shy introvert.
Sue Monk Kidd
#99. There's nothing like a song about lost love to remind you how everything precious can slip from the hinges where you've hung it so careful.
Sue Monk Kidd
#100. You have to know when to prod and when to be quiet, when to let things take their course.
Sue Monk Kidd
Famous Authors
Popular Topics
Scroll to Top
