Quotes from Kristin Hannah

It was the choices made when you were afraid. You were brave because of your fear, not in spite of it. "Yes.

Seeing where we're going ain't any better than seeing where we've been. The view never changes.

In her lonely bedroom, surrounded by the novels that had become her friends, she sometimes dared to dream of an adventure of her own, but not often.

If we weren't here—hiding in a safe house—if the world weren't ripping itself apart, if this was just an ordinary day in an ordinary world, would you want there to be an us, Gaëtan?" She saw how his face crumpled, how pain exposed his love. "It doesn't matter, don't you see that?" "It's the only thing that matters, Gaëtan.

Saying these words aloud would change the children's lives.

You blame yourself when they are the ones to blame." Rose gave her a steady, reassuring look. "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.

The high she'd felt when he took that first breath had gone. Like getting to the top of a roller coaster: there was a nanosecond of pure exhilaration before the headlong plunge into fear.

Many of them, like the pioneers who went west one hundred years before them, brought nothing more than a will to survive and a hope for a better future.

She was a teacher, for God's sake. What did she know to say about dangers such as these? How could she assuage a child's fear when her own was straining at the leash?

You're always talking about my future. Your big dreams for me. College. How do you think I'm going to get there, Mom? By picking cotton in the fall and starving in the winter? By living on the dole?" Loreda moved forward. "Think about the women who fought for the vote. They had to be scared, too, but they marched for change, even if it meant going to jail. And now we can vote. Sometimes the end is worth any sacrifice.

You must stay strong." "By believing in God." "Yes, of course, but not only by believing in God. Prayers and faith will not be enough, I'm afraid. The path of righteousness is often dangerous.

Her tears were slow in forming; it was as if each one were made of blood and too thick to pass through her tear ducts. Memories came at her like a kaleidoscope:

Leni shrugged. She didn't know exactly what to say, or how to say it without revealing too much. "He has—nightmares—and bad weather can set him off. Sometimes. But he hasn't had a nightmare since we moved here. So maybe he's better.

Here and now, I can do something that will make a difference in someone's life, and perhaps that—the simple act of helping someone else—will help me in my own.

People don't lie accidentally. It's not like tripping over a crack in the sidewalk.

Can you let yourself jump without a net? Because that's what love is, what faith is. You're looking for a guarantee, and those come with auto parts. Not love.

God gave us memories so that we might have roses in December. —JAMES M. BARRIE

The pain of him leaving kept expanding inside of her, taking up more and more space.

I love you...It feels like I've loved you forever. I never knew it could be this way...that love could catch you when you fell.

She knew about death, about the grief that ripped you apart and left you broken forever.

Nina, you should never sing in front of people if they cannot leave.

Mrs. Quisdorf picked that book out for you. That card, though, that's the real gift. It can take you anywhere, Loreda.

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, in 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.

and it reminds me how fragile we all are, how easily we can wound one another, especially when love is involved.