Quotes from Kristin Hannah

She knew it was wrong to be angry with her mother now - the weather wasn't her fault - but Loreda couldn't help herself. She was mad at the world, and somehow that meant shew as mad at her mom most of all.

Because of them, I know now what matters, and it is not what I have lost. It is my memories. Wounds heal. Love lasts. We remain.

Like all motherless girls, Leni would become an emotional explorer, trying to uncover the lost part of her, the mother who had carried and nurtured and loved her. Leni would become both mother and child; through her, Mama would still grow and age. She would never be gone, not as long as Leni remembered her.

Do you want. To fix it up? Live here?" "Maybe. Or maybe we'll burn it down and rebuild. Ashes make great soil.

How do you keep hold of a dream like that?" "With both hands.

People think love is an act of faith," her mother said. "Sometimes it's an act of will.

It would always be a part of her, a scar on her soul, but like all scars, it faded in time from a bright and burning red to a slim, silvery line that could only sometimes be seen.

If love is the answer, could you please rephrase the question?" —LILY TOMLIN

There's nothing wrong with being scared. It happens to all of us. What's wrong is if we don't try things because we are afraid. We can't hide away from the things that scare us.

she'd always believed that she didn't belong. It was, she realized, an ugly bit of baggage that she'd carried here from her youth, and she'd been so damned busy hanging on to it that she'd failed to notice that the bags were empty.

He's made a mistake in coming here tonight. He'd wanted to see a room filled with ruffly knickknacks and lacy gewgaws. A room like any other, to indicate that she was a woman like any other.

Holy shit, she was serious.

I kept an image of you in my mind through all of it.

It's too bad we don't live life backward. I think it was Kierkegaard who said that.

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.

They couldn't touch my heart. They couldn't change who I was inside. My body Ã¢â'¬Â¦ they broke that in the first days, but not my heart, V. Whatever he did, it was to your body, and your body will heal.

I love you. And if I have to let you go to make you happy, I'll do it.

He stood slowly and tool her in his arms. She wanted to bottle how safe she felt in this moment, so she could drink of it later when loneliness and fear left her parched.

He liked whores. He always had.

Don't you dare say that to me, not this time. Nobody's strong enough to be a parent. We just do it, blindly, going forward on faith and love and hope. That's all it is, Angel. Being afraid, being afraid in the marrow of your bones, and going on.

At his kiss, something opened up inside the scraped, empty interior of her heart, unfurled. For the first time, her romantic novels made sense, she realized that the landscape of a woman's soul could change as quickly as a world at war.

She ought to have recognized love's scarcity early on. If success were gold, lying in rivers, love was a diamond, buried hundreds of feet beneath the surface of the earth and unrecognizable in its natural form.

Love rips the shit out of you and puts you back together like a broken toy, with all kinds of cracks and jagged edges. It's not about the falling in love. It's about the landing

She was angry at him--she knew that, felt it--but as he came toward her, that anger dried up and blew away like dust beneath the longing that mattered so much more.