Quotes from Kristin Hannah

Era ca o usa ce se inchide; dupa ce s-a inchis si ramai singur in intuneric, ar trebui sa uiti cat de mult iti lipseste lumina.

Había olvidado lo dulcemente que transcurre el tiempo en París.

Poate ca asta e o problema fireasca atunci cand esti cu un tip mai in varsta. El este pregatit de aterizare cand tu abia decolezi.

They passed a small dark-haired woman wearing spectacles who paced as she dictated to another woman, who was typing. "We cannot allow the rich to get richer while the poor get poorer. How can we call ourselves the land of the free when people are living on the streets and dying of hunger? Radical change requires radical methods…

Madelaine performed a few quick tests on him before easing out of the room to give the couple their privacy. In the hallway she stopped the head transplant nurse and quietly gave her an update, then grabbed her coat from her office and raced from the building.

Mergi linistit pe drumul tau, prin larma si zor/ Si aminteste-ti cata pace poate fi-n tacere.

Isn't it? Go to Paris. Have your fun but don't

So, are you going to make me ask?

some images, once seen, can never be forgotten.

She gave him a pointed look. Did people say things like this to men? Women were integral to the Resistance. Why couldn't men see that? He

It's one of the perks of my life.

them, she didn't want to know. As they neared Le Jardin, Vianne struggled to push the heavy wheelbarrow

pockets than takin' care of the farmworkers.

That was the thing about her dad: he might be moody and sharp-tempered, even a little scary sometimes, but that was just because he felt things like love and loss and disappointment so keenly. Love most of all.

It circled back to her looks, as most snide comments did. Surely a pretty blond girl had to be shallow and dim-witted.

WELCOME TO ECHO BEACH, WHERE GOD ANSWERS BACK, read the sign on her left.

Vianne," he says. "I wanted you to meet my daughter." He reaches back for a classically beautiful young woman wearing a chic black sheath and vibrant pink neck scarf. She comes toward me, smiling as if we are friends. "I'm Isabelle," she says.

from me I couldn't give. He pulled away from me, or

singing along with the radio. It was blasting a song by the Butthole Surfers.

Bad choices. That was all there were anymore.

It was the holiday season, the time of year that turned women into card-carrying split personalities.

draw our strength from the very despair in which we have been forced to live. We shall endure. —CÉSAR CHÁVEZ

Such...theatrics in the wrong place could be dangerous.

Now that you've met me, you'll never be able to forget me. That's something.