Sue Monk Kidd Quotes

Life is sweetest when it could go away tomorrow.

We all take life for granted, one way or another.

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a flying: And this same flower that smiles to day, Tomorrow will be dying.

Driving home, it's all I can do to keep from crying. Time's come, time's gone, time's never returning, I say to myself. What's here in front of me is all I've got, I decide, and as I drive my car through the blowing snow it doesn't seem like much, except for the kindness that I've just exchanged with an old lady, so I concentrate on that.

Life is short. It can come and go like a feather in the wind.

But if you knew you might not be able to see it again tomorrow, everything would suddenly become special and precious, wouldn’t it?

Everything we do is tinged with the knowledge that this may be the last time that we will do this, and that makes what we're doing incredibly sweet.

The Person is a bubble on Time's sea.

Look thy last on all things lovely, Every hour

Feel lucky for what you have when you have it. Isn't that the point? Happily ever after doesn't mean happy forever. The ever after, what precisely was that? Your dreams, your life, your death, your everything. Was it the blank space that went on without us? The forever after we were gone?

Life goes by really fast, and it seems that there are times when you're burying a lot of friends and family. And then there are times that feel really precious and everybody is doing okay. This is one of those times.

Don't fear your mortality, because it is this very mortality that gives meaning and depth and poignancy to all the days that will be granted to you.

When you see how fragile and delicate life can be, all else fades into the background.

I think that there is something beautiful about mortality. It makes our decisions mean more.

My birthday is Feb. 11, and I'm both excited and not excited by it. You'll never be 15 again, and you really, really need to savor every day like it's your last.

Woe, woe, woe... in a little while we shall all be dead. Therefore let us behave as though we were dead already.

Life is fleeting. It is to be enjoyed.

With this sense of the splendour of our experience and of its awful brevity, gathering all we are into one desperate effort to see and touch, we shall hardly have time to make theories about the things we see and touch.

Time hurries by, we're here and gone.

Our time on Earth is so random.

I realise how precious life is, probably because I've seen how it can be taken away.

I think I'm very conscientious of how precious life is and how quickly life can be taken away from you, especially at times when it can be least expected.

For every person who has ever lived there has come, at last, a spring he will never see. Glory then in the springs that are yours.

Let your children be as so many flowers, borrowed from God. If the flowers die or wither, thank God for a summer loan of them.

There's something about knowing life is finite that makes it so precious.