Quotes from Susan Wiggs

She had known a love as intense as the brightest star, and a betrayal deeper than the blackest void in space.

she would never find happiness in trying to please others if she didn't honor her own gifts.

How simple life was when she stopped trying to do what was expected of her and followed her will.

Magnus didn't understand the Germans' special hatred for Jewish people. They were just people, after all.

Because it would be worse than never having them in the first place. I just enjoy the time I'm given with the animals.

One afternoon, she went to Washington Square

In place of the youngster he'd once been was an angry, cynical young man made dangerous by the fact that he had nothing more to lose. In destroying an innocent boy, the Germans had unwittingly created their own worst enemy.

We must free ourselves of the hope that the sea will ever rest. We must learn to sail in high winds." —Aristotle Onassis

Like most American women, you do not understand style. It does not mean parading yourself around in the latest fashion, but simply presenting your very best self to the world. Contrary to your belief, this has absolutely nothing to do with physical attributes.

Make me a part of this place. Make me a part of Caitlin. Please, God, I love her so.

For the survivors

Grace was trying to make peace with the fact that it was not her job to absorb every single bump and bruise for her loved ones. Surviving something terrible was a personal journey, and doing the work on one's own was the surest path to healing.

A sudden bold and unexpected question doth many times surprise a man and lay him open. —Sir Francis Bacon, 1561-1626

No, this was the kind of moment that made everything stop. You separated it from every other one, pressing the feeling to your heart, like a dried flower slipped between the pages of a beloved book. The moment was made of something fragile and delicate, yet it possessed the power to last forever.

Gale winds of emotion shuddered through her in unending waves.

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Hearts would have to break and be mended, truths would be revealed, risks would be taken. Which, when he thought about it, was simply the way life worked—messy, unpredictable, joyous, mysterious, hurtful and redemptive.

We often destroy the world's real wealth to create an illusion of wealth, confusing symbol and substance.

Unless you change direction, you'll wind up where you're headed.

Dating? Who says we're dating? This feels like a date, he said simply. Dinner, dancing, a nightcap at my place. He took out two slender, stemmed glasses. To me, that spells date. We skipped over the asking out and primping and getting nervous beforehand. Yeah, who needs that?

She could scarcely move at all. Her muscles felt impossibly weak. Her limbs were gummy worms. She looked at her hands. Looked at her mother. "Is that what happened to my manicure? It's gone because I've been asleep for a year? A whole freaking year? That's impossible." It was the kind of thing people passed around on the Internet—Woman Sleeps for a Year, Wakes Up Angry About Manicure.

She'd always thought a broken heart would heal with time. Now she knew the hurt only went deeper with each passing day.

Love wasn't a selfish thing. It was the kindest, most generous impulse a man could have.

Why do we remember the bad stuff and not the good?