Catalina

“Her mind was an immense feral country that spilled its borders.”
― Sue Monk Kidd, The Book of Longings

“I wish I’d done everything on earth with you, she says. The street is quiet. No cars, or closing doors. Just them, and her voice, on the linen-dry wind. It’s not mine, she says. The quote. But it’s beautiful, isn’t it? He nods, but barely, because he is not used to such talk. And I feel it, Rosie says, still with that smile of hers. I was just thinking that I feel it.”
― Claire Daverley, Talking at Night

“I tried for so long to belong, to be as they needed me to be. Now I wish to be myself.”
― Sue Monk Kidd, The Book of Longings

“All my life, longings lived inside me, rising up like nocturnes to wail and sing through the night.”
― Sue Monk Kidd, The Book of Longings