Quotes from Kristin Hannah

find my woman's voice, even in this man's world.

Once, a lifetime ago, she had worried about girls, only a few years older than her, who had gone missing. The stories had given her nightmares at thirteen. Now she knew there were a hundred ways to be lost and even more ways to be found.

Leni wondered if one person could ever really save another, or if it was the kind of thing you had to do for yourself.

Bending over, she brushed her hair for maximum Farrah volume, then sprayed it with enough Aqua Net to stop a bug in flight.

most of all, she'd learned that she had to rely on herself. Certainly her father and her sister couldn't be counted on.

The modern world no longer believed in senseless tragedy. Bad things couldn't just happen to people; someone had to pay.

tempers caught fire as easily as backyards.

What was love when put up against war?

if you jump off a cliff at least you'll fly before you fall.

I know now what matters, and it is not what I have lost. It is my memories. Wounds heal. Love lasts. We remain

she had fallen into the fathomless gray that warped a mind and made a mother keep holding on long after hope was gone.

They are not lost. Nor are they in a better place. They are gone. As I approach the end of my years, I know that grief, like regret, settles into our DNA and remains forever a part of us. I

wanted to bottle how safe she felt in this moment, so she could drink of it later when loneliness and fear left her parched.

Generally, Madame, the failing of a student to learn is the failing of the teacher to teach.

anyone who needs a little extra time and our first-class passengers

It's open to the public, but Ã¢â'¬Â¦ well Ã¢â'¬Â¦ sometimes it's better to study politics from a nice, safe historical perspective. The real thing can be pretty ugly.

want them to remember me as I am, not as I will be when the cancer has had its way.

Her surname meant "nightingale". Maman had called Vianne and Isabelle her nightingales as she kissed them goodnight.

How did two people move backward through time and untie a knot that had tangled through every moment of their lives?

It is my memories. Wounds heal. Love lasts. We remain.

had never been

always thought it was what I wanted: to be loved and admired. Now I think perhaps I'd like to be known.

I've never begged. not for anything... except my mother's love.And that was a useless waste of time.

All anyone could talk about was the gloomy future and the shocking present.