Quotes by Kristin Hannah

She pouted prettily, and he wondered if that was one of the things they taught wealthy young girls at schools like Miss Porters. If not, it had been passed down from one generation to another as carefully as the secret of fire.

Tragedy was like that, a razor that sliced through time, severing the now from the before, incising the what-might-have-been from reality as cleanly as any surgeons blade.

Lulu twirled in front of Jolene, banging into the seat. her eyes sparkled in that Im-either-going-to-scream-or-fall-asleep-any-second kind of way.

... allow me to be an old man for a moment and to remind a young girl who is used to being impulsive that there can be none of that anymore.

It felt as if she were bleeding - but it wasnt blood that leaked out of her, not something that could be easily transfused. Instead she was losing her dreams.

Ive never begged. not for anything... except my mothers love.And that was a useless waste of time.

Marah will come looking for me one day, Kate had said, pressing the journal into my hands. Be with her when she reads it. And my boys… show them these words when they can’t remember me.

I had forgotten how gently time passes in Paris. As lively as the city is, theres a stillness to it, a peace that lures you in. In Paris, with a glass of wine in your hand, you can just be.All along the Seine, street lamps come on, apartment windows turn golden.Its seven, Julien says, and I realize that he has been keeping time all along, waiting. He is so American. No sitting idle, forgetting oneself, not for this young man of mine.

We are outside again, walking, when he takes a bite and stops dead. Wow, he says after a minute. Then, Wow, again.I smile. Everyone remembers their first taste of Paris. This will be his.

“That day in camp, Loreda learned the flexibility of time. Until today, it had always seemed fundamental, reliable. Even in the midst of heartbreak - losing her father and her best friend, and Ants illness - time had soothed with its consistency. Time heals all wounds, people told her, underscoring its essential kindness. She knew in fact that some wounds deepened over time instead of lessened; still, shed relied on times constancy. The sun rose and the sun fell everyday; in between there were chores and meals and markets, a schedule of daily life. Here, hobbled by misery, time crawled forward.”

“As mothers and daughters, we are connected with one another. My mother is the bones of my spine, keeping me straight and true. She is my blood, making sure it runs rich and strong. She is the beating of my heart. I cannot now imagine a life without her.”

“If I have learned anything in this long life of mine, it is this: in love we find out who we want to be; in war we find out who we are.”

“Love. It was the beginning and end of everything, the foundation and the ceiling and the air in between.”