Quotes from Kristin Hannah

Jude remembered this pain. Every woman had felt some version of it: the end of first love. It was when you learned, for good and always, that love could be impermanent.

We can't live other people's lives for them. Even if we love them.

....both had learned that everything could change in an instant, and that the heartfelt vows of people in love were fragile words that, once shattered, could cut so deeply you'd bleed forever.

Marriages go through hard times. Sometimes you have to get in there and fight for your love. That's the only way for it to get better.

When you get . . . to the end, you see that love and family are all there is. Nothing else matters.

I didn't know how...deep love ran, how it was in your blood, not your heart, and how that same blood pumped through your veins your whole life.

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.

It's a promise ring," he said solemnly. "The lady at the store said it's what you give the girl you love. It means I want to marry you someday.

Whenever I write about motherhood - and I write about it a lot - I am drawing on my experiences as a mother and also my experiences as a daughter.

Courage is fear you ignore.

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.

It wasn't the fear that mattered in life. It was the choices made when you were afraid. You were brave because of your fear, not in spite of it.

We women make choices for others, not for ourselves, and when we are mothers, we...bear what we must for our children. You will protect them. It will hurt you; it will hurt them. Your job is to hide that your heart is breaking and do what they need you to do.

I had forgotten how gently time passes in Paris. As lively as the city is, there's a stillness to it, a peace that lures you in. In Paris, with a glass of wine in your hand, you can just be.

How fragile life was, how fragile they were. Love. It was the beginning and end of everything, the foundation and the ceiling and the air in between. It didn't matter that she was broken and ugly and sick. He loved her and she loved him, All her life she had waited -longed for - people to love her, but now she saw what she really mattered. She had known love, been blessed by it.

I belong to a generation that didn't expect to be protected from every danger. We knew the risks and took them anyway.

He loves a version of me that is incomplete. I always thought it was what I wanted: to be loved and admired. Now I think perhaps I'd like to be known.

You know what they say about finding a man in Alaska—the odds are good, but the goods are odd.

Love is what remains when everything else is gone.

A girl was like a kite; without her mother's strong, steady hold on the string, she might just float away, be lost somewhere among the clouds.

How will I stop loving him, Mama? Will I .... forget ? Mama sighed. Ah. That. Love doesn't fade or die, baby girl. People tell you it does, but it doesn't. If you love him now, you'll love him in ten years and in forty. Differently, maybe , a faded version, but he's part of you now. And you are part of him.

Love and fear. The most destructive forces on earth. Fear had turned her inside out, love had made her stupid.

Finding your passion isn't just about careers and money. It's about finding your authentic self. The one you've buried beneath other people's needs.

In the sea of grief, there were islands of grace, moments in time when one could remember what was left rather than all that had been lost.