Quotes from Kristin Hannah

The love, it comes in the beginning of her life and at the end of yours. God is cruel that way.

But she wasn't an I. She was a we. Her two beautiful children were counting on her, even if Loreda didn't know it yet.

The sound of his voice reminds me that I am a mother and mothers don't have the luxury of falling apart in front of their children, even when they are afraid, even when their children are adults.

This is how my love for her goes on: in moments remembered and moments imagined. It's how I keep her alive. Hers is the voice in my head, my conscience. I see the world, at least in part, through her eyes. Her story—which is the story of a time and land and the indomitable will of a people—is my story; two lives woven together, and like any good story, ours will begin and end and begin again. Love is what remains.

We all make mistakes, its horrible, I can't handle it, there are several things I regret.

It was ridiculous. She knew crying wouldn't help, because she cried in her sleep. Night after night she woke with tears on her cheeks, and none of it helped one bit. In fact, the opposite was true. The expression of grief didn't help. Only its suppression would get her through these hard times.

You're not alone and you're not the one in charge," Mother said gently. "Ask for help when you need it, and give help when you can. I think that is how we serve God- and each other and ourselves- in times as dark as these.

I was always a little girl, lost in Oz, looking for a way to believe that there was no place like home Ã¢â'¬Â¦

Alone is overrated," he said simply.

Elsa said, "You saved me, you know." "Mothers and daughters. We save each other, si?

I don't know the right thing to do anymore. I want to protect Sophie and keep her safe, but what good is safety if she has to grow up in a world where people disappear without a trace because they pray to a different God?

Those are exactly the kind of memories I try to avoid, but they're like abestos: invisible and deadly. You need special gear to get rid of them.

I have never known how to say goodbye. It is a failing that has been with me all of my life. It's especially problematic, given how often partings have come up.

Alaska was full of fringe-ists. People who believed in weirdo things and prayed to exclusionary Gods and filled their basements with equal measures of guns and Bibles. If you wanted to live in a place where no one told you what to do and didn't care if you parked a trailer in your yard or had a fridge on your porch, Alaska was the state for you.

There was a beauty in chaos, a wildness that hinted at things gone wrong and mistakes overcome.

Elsa felt a deeply rooted shame in her daughter's rejection. In her hurt, she did what she'd always done: she disappeared. But all the while, she waited, prayed, that both her husband and her daughter would someday see how much she loved them and they would love her in return. Until then, she dared not push too hard or demand too much.

When I met your father, it was magic. Not for him—not then—but for me. Sometimes, if you're lucky, you can look into a pair of eyes and see your whole future.

and she smiles at me, my best friend, with her long, tangled blond hair and thick eyelashes and her smile that lights up any room. My other half. The girl who took my hand all those years ago and didn't let go until she had to.

She whispered in his ear. "Tell my sister I asked about her. We parted badly." He smiled. "I am constantly arguing with my brother, even in war. In the end, we're brothers.

But I was wrong and stupid. I do love you. I love you and I miss you and I hope to hell I'm not too late because I want to grow old with the man I was young with.

Don't worry about dying, Elsa. Worry about not living. Be brave.

Sophie was too old for lies and too young for the truth.

You have so much love to give. It must hurt to hold it in all the time.

You'd be surprised at what I can do.