The Book of Longings

by Sue Monk Kidd

“Ana, your betrothal has stolen your hope. Return to your longing. It will teach you everything.”

It’s always a marvel when one’s pain doesn’t settle into bitterness, but brings forth kindness instead.”

“I don’t mean that life won’t bring you tragedy. I only mean you will be well in spite of it. There’s a place in you that is inviolate. You’ll find your way there, when you need to. And you’ll know then what I speak of.”

“Write what’s inside here, inside your holy of holies,” she told me.