Quotes from Kristin Hannah

That was the thing about love—it was unreliable.

en el amor descubrimos quiénes queremos ser; en la guerra descubrimos quiénes somos.

Slowly, Kate took off her robe and peeled out of her nightgown, trying not to notice how white and sticklike her legs were. Even worse was the battlefield that had been her breasts. She looked ruined, like a little boy, only there were the scars.

Light, and work; that was summer in Alaska.

that way, we all understand sacrifice. It's no surprise that I'm a romantic, and to me, there's nothing more romantic than a husband and wife falling back in love with each other.

she'd let weakness in, and loss and regret, and those emotions had tainted her view of herself, but her love had run deep and been honest. Her biggest failure had been an inability to love herself as well as she'd loved her family.

Jie kariauja. Laikas buvo prabanga, kuria dabar jau niekas negal?jo girtis. Rytojus atrod? toks pat laikinas, kaip bu?inys tamsoje.

If there was one thing she'd learned in all of this, it was that life—and love—can be gone any second. When you had it, you needed to hang on with all your strength and savor every second.

Somehow I keep going. If there's one thing I never do, it's stop.

But... but.. you're a postman." He held her gaze and suddenly she couldn't breathe. "I am a solider now, it seems.

But you did it. You broke away. D'ya ever think life must be bigger than what we see here, Els?

she'd pull him into her arms and hold him so tightly, he'd remember how it felt to be loved.

Sometimes you had to go backward in order to go forward. This truth they knew, even as young as they were. But there was another truth, one they shied away from, one they tried to protect each other from. Sometimes it was painful to go back.

His smile reawakened her in a way, reminded her that there was more to life than work. He taught her something new about friendship: it picked right back up where you'd left off, as if you hadn't been apart at all.

He'd been the only Wolcott besides Elsa who loved reading, and he'd frequently taken her side in family disagreements. Don't worry about dying, Elsa. Worry about not living. Be brave.

The dark edges fell back again, receded until there was only here, only now. A sunlit day, a celebration, a family. Life was like that, full of quicksilver changes. Joy appeared as unexpectedly as sunlight.

Examination was the only solace. Instead of looking away from heartache, you needed to crawl inside of it, wear it like a warm coat on a cold day. There was peace in loss, beauty in death, freedom in regret. She had learned that the hard way.

She couldn't let herself be seduced by the idea of credit. Nothing in this life was free, for migrants most of all.

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. Love is what remains.

Now, sitting here, she was worried that Tully would ruin this man, who frankly looked as if he didn't have the stamina to take another hit like that.

KH: My new novel, Night Road

I look like any other girl my age, but I am different from most. A survivor. There is no way to forget what we went through in the Great Depression or to unlearn the lessons of hardship. Even though I am only eighteen, I remember my childhood as a time of loss.

You live, Loreda," she whispered. "And know Ã¢â'¬Â¦ every single second Ã¢â'¬Â¦ how much I loved you." Find your voice and use it Ã¢â'¬Â¦ take chances Ã¢â'¬Â¦ never give up.

A man. It was always about the men. They seem to think it meant nothing to cook and clean and bear children and tend gardens. But we women of the Great Plains worked from sunup to sundown, too, toiled on wheat farms until we were as dry and baked as the land we loved. Sometimes, when I close my eyes, I swear I can still taste the dust.