Quotes from Kristin Hannah

In rooms scented by dust, leather, and stone, she turns in the last of her father's dreams for her - that she will become a writer - she hands it in like an overdue book and takes joy in the words of others.

I see the incredulity in my son's eyes and it makes me smile. Our children see us so imperfectly.

Sometimes a mood changes on its own... Sometimes it needs a shove.

Sometimes when you open the door to your mother's past, you find your own future.

her daughter was here, with her, inside of her. She'd always been here, even when Jude was too broken to look for her. But it was time now to say, "Good-bye, baby Ã¢â'¬Â¦ I love you." For the first time in years, she believed that her daughter could hear her.

Yesterday I was worried about a lot of things. Today I know what matters.

It is amazing how quickly a bone can heal. If only the heart were as durable.

Some things end. Love shouldn't be one of those things.

How can I possibly fold all that longing into something as small as words?

Even if they didn't speak of their love, or share their feelings in long, heartfelt conversations, the bond was there. Sturdy.

He saw her beauty, even in the half-light, she could tell, but he looked past it. Either that, or he was smart enough to see that she wanted to offer more to the world than a pretty face.

The stairs unfold from the ceiling like a gentleman extending his hand.

I'll drink to that," Nina said. "You'll drink to anything." "Indeed I will. It's one of my best traits.

the sprawling branches of the maple tree were plush with autumn.

is not biology that determines fatherhood. It is love.

What in the world was more restorative than a child's love?

One thing was left, as clear and perfect as a drop of rain—the desperate need to stand together … They would rise and fall and, in their falling, rise again.

In the last few moments before dawn, Vianne sat near the mound of fresh-turned earth. She wanted to pray, but her faith felt far away, the remnant of another woman's life.

We have always been the witnesses of each other's lives. Isn't that what family is? Even broken and betrayed and bleeding, we are connected.

She ate life with unapologetic enthusiasm and took as many helpings as she wanted.

She knew suddenly that a woman could change her whole life and uproot her existence with one choice. Taking

It was like stepping barefoot on a sharp bit of broken glass. She pulled the glass out and ran on, but the pain remained.

story is only sad if there's no happy ending. I guess I always believe in that ending.

But for now, I am an explorer again, made bold by hardship and strengthened by loss, going west in search of something that exists only in my imagination. A life different than one I've known before.