Quotes from Kristin Hannah

If she opened her mouth she might start screaming. Or if she looked at him she might cry, might demand to know how it was that children could be shot in the dark for nothing.

And what would she have to show for her life? How would her time on this earth be marked? Who would remember her, and for what?

Ako je išta nau?ila od svega ovoga,onda je to da život-i ljubav-mogu nestati u sekundi.Ako ga imaš,trebaš ga se držati svom snagom i uživati u svakoj sekundi.

She'd even thought she was ready for it—this beginning of the end—but now she saw her naïveté. There was no "ready" for death, especially not when it came for a young man you loved.

It's fucking awful to want someone you can't have." And with those few words, Kate knew: she had never had a chance with him.

Love doesn't fade or die

The door banged open, bringing with it a rush of cold night air. Dried leaves scudded inside, dancing across the floor, plastering themselves like tiny black hands to the stones of the fireplace. The flames within shivered and thinned. The door slammed shut.

No one would want to live this way, and yet here they were. The Great Depression.

The true voyage of self-discovery lies not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes. —MARCEL PROUST

It is not so much about who my father was, this advice; it is what life is about. What death does to you. When I look down, of course she is not moving, her skin is cold, and I know she did not really speak to me. But she did. And so I do what I must. I stand up, feeling out my new role. I am a motherless daughter now, a sisterless woman. There is no one left of the family I was born into; there is only the family I have made.

She had felt lonely for years, but now she truly was alone.

That's why you're so strong and I'm not." "You will have to be," Isabelle said. "For Sophie." Vianne drew in a breath. And there it was. The reason she couldn't eat a bowl of arsenic or throw herself in front of a train.

It can't be true," she said. "The worst can always be true," Papa said grimly.

There are always times in life when you don't fit in. But you have to go forward and make a place for yourself. That's what growing up is all about. Being strong and believing in yourself—even when you're most afraid.

Remember, cara, hard times don't last. Land and family do." TWELVE In November, the first winter storm battered them from the north, leaving behind a fine layer of snow.

Coffee?" Isabelle finger-combed her hair and tied a cotton scarf around her head. "No, merci, it is too precious." The old woman gave her a smile. "No one suspects a woman my age of anything. It makes me good at trading. Here." She offered Isabelle a cracked porcelain mug full of steaming black coffee. Real coffee. Isabelle wrapped her hands around the mug and breathed deeply of the familiar, never-again-to-be-taken-for-granted aroma. Madame

What is passion? It is surely the becoming of a person. . . . In passion, the body and the spirit seek expression . . . The more extreme and the more expressed that passion is, the more unbearable does life seem without it. It reminds us that if passion dies or is denied, we are partly dead and that soon, come what may, we will be wholly so.

even years from now—when the missing will be so sharp it takes your breath away. But there will be good days, too; months and years of them. In one way or another, you'll be searching for her all your life. You'll find her, too. As you grow up, you'll understand her more and more. I promise you that.

He hadn't realized how time could unspool the years of your life until for a second you were fourteen again, crying from a place so deep it seemed to predate you, desperate to be whole again.

Life was like that, full of quicksilver changes. Joy reappeared as unexpectedly as sunlight

Some years June is spring, July is summer, August is autumn, and everything else is winter.

Forgiveness doesn't matter, does it, Dean? When a thing is done, it's done. You can't unring a bell.

I think you stand by the people you love. That was what he'd said, and it was what she would do.

My land tells its story if you listen. The story of our family. We plant, we tend, we harvest. I make wine from grape cuttings I brought here from Sicily, and the wine I make reminds me of my father. It binds us, one to another, as it has for generations. Now it will bind you to us.