Quotes from Kristin Hannah

Isabelle had heard this criticism all her life, but why should she hold her tongue? No one listened to her either way.

There's a river of sadness in me; it's always been there, but now it is rising, spilling over its banks. I know there's a possibility that if I'm not careful, it will become the biggest part of me and I will drown in it.

It spoke to me, that anger. I didn't realize how angry I'd been until it was in the air, infecting everyone. But as always, I held it inside.

posters in town, how

If there was one central lesson of her life, it was this: people leave. Parents. Lovers. Friends.

He sighed. "You will learn that a lot of things are possible.

It's not my fault

A warrior never gives up.

Oradour-sur-Glane —no lejos de Carriveau— y habían conducido a sus habitantes a punta de fusil hasta la iglesia, supuestamente para comprobar su documentación.

Women were integral to the Resistance. Why couldn't men see that?

Don't stop believing until you have to, and certainly don't stop then.

smell of vomit and mold and decay. His lungs and nostrils ache. He can't breathe without gasping.

Como posso começar pelo começo, quando só consigo pensar no fim?

How can I start at the beginning, when all I can think about is the end?

Grandma lighting candles and keeping them lit, whispering

Isabelle couldn't look away. 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. Their gazes met, held; and then he was past her, reaching for the doorknob, going outside. The door clicked shut behind him.

Lexi had learned the truth about love then, how close it could be to hate, and how it could empty you out.

We have to try to save him or we are as bad as they are," she

He is my home," her mother said, shaking her head. "How will I live without him?

I always craved love. The unconditional, even unearned kind. I needed someone to say it to me. Not to sound poor me, but my mother never said it.

It was all she really wanted: someone to talk to.

New words for an old, never realized hope.

Women get on with it. For us it was a shadow war. There were no parades for us when it was over, no medals or mentions in history books. We did what we had to during the war, and when it was over, we picked up the pieces and started our lives over.

Jack says that I am a warrior and, while I don't believe it, I know this: A warrior believes in an end she can't see and fights for it. A warrior never gives up. A warrior fights for those weaker than herself. It sounds like motherhood to me.