Quotes from Kristin Hannah

It didn't feel right. Wasn't lying always wrong? And an omission like this was obviously a lie.

The only real answer lay in the courage to see a thing clearly and try to do better. Be better.

Going through our whole lives, tilling it up, looking for mistakes. It'll kill us.

protest. Vianne was not alone in her desire to pretend

The lure of the distant and difficult is deceptive. The great opportunity is where you are.

How can I help you, my friend?" "I'm having a little trouble with my daughter, Suki." The caller's flattened vowels identified her as a midwesterner. "How old is Suki, Marge?" "Sixty-seven this November.

Today's young people want to know everything about everyone. They think talking about a problem will solve it. I come from a quieter generation. We understand the value of forgetting, the lure of reinvention.

perinatologist within a hundred miles

It doesn't do any good to hide out in life, Mia. That's how you used to handle things. You're stronger now.

will." "I just want to keep you safe." I smile. Americans can be

Bullies were bullies; their defining characteristic was the need to exert power over the powerless. Who was more powerless than a child?

Agora sei o que é importante, e não é o que eu perdi. São as minhas lembranças. Feridas cicatrizam. O amor perdura. Nós continuamos.

for the definition of love she'd handed down to her daughter like a dark incantation.

Hold your head up," she said out loud. She had children to think about. Two small people who needed to be comforted in the wake of their father's betrayal.

This is what they have done to us. We are afraid of our own shadows." She

she'd sometimes wondered what good all those sorries were if nothing ever changed

Be brave...or pretend to be. It's all the same.

There is pain you can't outrun, Marah. Maybe you know that now. Some pains you have to look in the eye.

pâtisseries, and suddenly I remember Maman handing

Don't screw with Baldie.

She knew how fragile it all was: her family, her parents. One thing every child of a POW knew was how easily people could be broken.

The lights are going out all over Europe; We shall not see them lit again in our lifetime. —SIR EDWARD GREY, ON WORLD WAR

The Age of Innocence.

She used to think that success was like gold, worth sifting through mud for, and that love would always be there, waiting somehow on the riverbanks for her when she was done panning. She couldn't imagine now why she'd thought that, given her background. She ought to have recognized love's scarcity early on. If success were gold, lying in rivers, love was a diamond, buried hundreds of feet beneath the surface of the earth and unrecognizable in its natural form.