Father carefully built the piles of kindling and put the bigger logs on top, then started the fire with a coal brought from the kitchen. So small, at first — a flicker, a tendril of yellow, a fugitive lick of untamed gold — and then a fire, and then a blaze, and then, as more logs were added, a true inferno.
– Sharon Shinn, The Truth-Teller’s Tale, page 69
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Published April 5th 2007 by Firebird
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, The Secret Life of Bees, page 285
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Published January 28th 2003 by Penguin Books
Knowing can be a curse on a person’s life. I’d traded in a pack of lies for a pack of truth, and I didn’t know which one was heavier. Which one took the most strength to carry around? It was a ridiculous question, though, because once you know the truth, you can’t ever go back and pick up your suitcase of lies. Heavier or not, the truth is yours now.
– Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees, page 255-256
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Published January 28th 2003 by Penguin Books
You think you want to know something, and then once you do, all you can think about is erasing it from your mind. From now on when people asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I planned to say, Amnesiac.
– Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees, page 249
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Published January 28th 2003 by Penguin Books
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.
– Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees, page 242
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Published January 28th 2003 by Penguin Books
I watched him, filled with tenderness and ache, wondering what it was that connected us. Was it the wounded places down inside people that sought each other out, that bred a kind of love between them?
– Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees, page 184
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Paperback, 336 pages
Published January 28th 2003 by Penguin Books
Looking at her eyes, I could see a fire inside them. It was a hearth fire you could depend on, you could draw up to and get warm by if you were cold or cook something on that would feed the emptiness in you.
– Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees, page 181
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Paperback, 336 pages
Published January 28th 2003 by Penguin Books
The first week at August’s was a consolation, a pure relief. The world will give you that once in a while, 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, The Secret Life of Bees, page 82
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Paperback, 336 pages
Published January 28th 2003 by Penguin Books
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.
– Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees, page 23
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Paperback, 336 pages
Published January 28th 2003 by Penguin Books
People who think dying is the worst thing don’t know a thing about life.
– Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees, page 2
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Paperback, 336 pages
Published January 28th 2003 by Penguin Books
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