Quotes from Kristin Hannah

buy books and we're hungry, and making eyeliner is

This book is dedicated to "us." The girls. Friends who see one another through the hard times, big and small, year in and year out. You know who you are. Thanks;

in 1974 a grown woman with a job couldn't get a credit card in her name.

The key to life in this dry heat was conservation of everything: water, food, emotion. That last one was the biggest challenge.

Oh, and they culled our names from the relief rolls today. If you can pick cotton, you have to. No state relief." "We heard. The growers bullied the state into it. They're calling it the No Work, No Eat policy. They're afraid that relief will allow you to feed your children while you strike for better wages.

The rifle tower they built in the field Ã¢â'¬Â¦ that's to scare us, right? What we're doing—a strike—it's legal." "It's legal. Hell, it's the very essence of America. We were built on the right to protest, but laws are enforced by the government. By the police. You've seen how they support big business.

It embarrassed Isabelle that he felt the need to say this to her, and in front of everyone.

She'd rather have nightmares about Randall Flagg or Carrie or Jack Torrance than about her own past.

Aw. Men are stupid. You might as well learn that now. Look at bull moose. They ram into each other at full speed. Same with Dall sheep.

How do we make them pay?' 'You'll have to fight for it.' He paused, looked at her, trying to appear nonchalant. 'Now. tell me. kid, how's your mom?

Get what?" she asked, but she didn't want to hear. "That every time we kiss, it's good-bye.

locking up the house—their home—and driving away. The only slightly good news was that they weren't selling it. Someday, Dad promised, they'd return. The big things—furniture, art

Jolene smiled down at her

It's all about class struggle, isn't it? Serfs against landlords throughout history. Marx and Engels are right. If there was only one class, where everyone worked for the good of all, it would be a better world.

kept stepping into the same mud puddle and expecting it to be dry.

It wouldn't hurt you to be afraid, you know.

Mom ladled the soap into wooden molds while Grandma kicked sand on the fire to extinguish it.

We wouldn't have people like the big growers making all the money and people like us doing all the work. We starve while the rich get richer.

to herself and wiping tears from her eyes, which turned

Ser jovem não nem nada a ver com amor. Uma mulher pode ser uma menina e ainda assim conhecer o próprio coração.

The tiny footprints of their reconciliation—that one kiss—had been lost in the rubble of her grief.

That every time we kiss, it's good-bye.

Sixty miles north of Los Angeles.

sex could mean many things; one of them was good-bye.