Quotes from Pam Jenoff

Krakow the city of Kings, was no longer mine. I had become a foreigner in the place i had always called home

Why are we so hard on one another? I wonder. Hadn't the world already given us challenges enough?

Create a story of which you will be proud.

We cannot change who we are. Sooner or later we will all have to face ourselves.

The truth is sometimes the very opposite from what you expect it to be.

Never assume that you know the mind of another.

I'm so sorry. I love you. I never could have hurt you.

But the truth was when it came to grief, each person was an island, alone.

Sometimes our forever life does not last as long as we think

There is so little one can be certain of these days . . . But finding a hand to hold while we walk this path makes even the most difficult of times better and the strangest of villages home . . . Once I thought my life was over . . . I never thought I would find happiness again . . . And then I met you and it all changed. You made me believe again that good things were possible. I love you.

You love the people they were before, before all the awfulness that made them do this thing.

Though no one speaks of it, I sometimes wonder if we are marching toward extinction with each performance, too busy dancing and flying through the air to see it.

I wonder what he sees, a chapter from a book I have never read.

Why is he being so nice? He is friendly--too friendly. No one is nice just for the sake of it these days, not unless he wants something.

You know, when you were little and you got hurt or scared, I could make it all better with a hug or treat. But when your children get older, it becomes less and less easy to heal their wounds.

And once out, Eleanor thought silently, you can't put it back any more than returning a mist of perfume to a bottle once it has been sprayed.

Conversations in French bubble around me like a long-forgotten perfume I am desperate to inhale. Familiar words trickle back, first in a stream then a river, though I've scarcely heard them in half a century.

Krakow the city of Kings, was no longer mine. I had become a foreigner in the place i had always called home

I don't. We each have free will. There may be higher purpose, but the actual path each of us takes to get there, and whether we choose to accept it at all, is up to us." She turns to me. "If you can't let go of that fear of making the wrong decision, you will never be able to take the chances you must take to live life fully.

Because when people look back on the history of this time, at what happened, they should see that we tried to do something,

I see my own mother now, as clearly as I had the day she watched me leave. She should have fought for me, protected me with her life.

You love the people they were before, below all the awfulness that made them do this thing, you know?

No man is worth the whole world.

But the truth was when it came to grief, each person was an island, alone. She'd learned that the hard way. She had tried to join a war widows group in New York shortly after she had arrived. She'd hoped she would find some connection that would help her break through the wall that seemed to have formed around her heart, but as she sat among those sorry women who had supposedly known what she had gone through, she had never felt more alone.