Kristin Hannah Quotes

She waited for you in a thousand different ways.

It was true; always had been. Friendships were like marriages in that way. Routines and patterns were poured early and hardened like cement.

The at-home mother's life: it was a race with no finish line.

She used to tell me that she couldn't feel the sunlight anymore, not even when she was standing in it, not even when it was hot on her cheeks

I'm an insomniac lately. It's one of the many prizes you find in the Cracker Jack box of a crumbling [relationship].

If she wasn't careful, she'd slide without a ripple into the gently flowing stream of her old life, pulled back under the current without a wimper of protest. Another housewife lost in the flow.

Caro: "Bite me." Ruby: "I gave that up in kindergarten.

Sometimes holding on was all you could do.

You look great," he said. It made her smile, even if it was a lie. "I'm as big as a house." He laughed. "I like houses. In fact, I'm thinking about architecture as a career.

Stacey: "I'm surprised you haven't thrown me out." Comfort: "At your current weight, I'd need some sort of catapult.

Do you love him?" How would I know?" You'd know.

You couldn't give up you for them. But what if you wanted them more than you wanted a singular powerful you?

Of course you can fall in love. You just have to let yourself. They don't call it falling for nothing. -Kate

Popularity means people think they know you.

What good did it do to light the world on fire if she had to watch the glow alone?

I didn't know how...deep love ran, how it was in your blood, not your heart, and how that same blood pumped through your veins your whole life.

Real friends. The kind that don't purposely hurt your feelings or stop liking you for no reason.

I can be a little OCD when it comes to my writing.

Sometimes being a good friend means saying nothing.

Love. It was the beginning and end of everything, the foundation and the ceiling and the air in between.

Some women nodded, others shook their heads. I would have killed myself before I let one of them move into my house. Would you Helen? Would you really?

I am a mother and mothers don’t have the luxury of falling apart in front of their children, even when they are afraid, even when their children are adults.

Do you love him?"How would I know?"You'd know.

Vietnam...war...it did something to us. Or maybe not. Maybe the bad seeds were always in me, and war gave them a dark place in which to grow.

It is nearly impossible.''Nearly impossible and impossible are not the same thing.

I just want to keep you safe.I smile. Americans can be so naive.

Hey, Meg, " she said without preamble. I need you to write a letter of recommendation for me. I'm applying for grad sc

I am like some wounded animal in a darkened lair, nursing the thorn in my paw, unable to find anyone to take it out.

she should have told me that times slides away on a hillside of lose shale and takes everything in its path-dreams, opportunities, hopes. And youth. It takes that fastest of all.

A WOMAN'S PLACE IS IN THE HOUSE...AND THE SENATE.

Angie: "How do I pitch these ideas to her?"Mira: "From a distance, preferably wearing body armor.

I look at people who aren’t us and I hate them.

it’s better to be bold than meek.If you jump off a cliff at least you’llfly before you fall

Magic to be its best must be unexpected".

Magic to be its best must be unexpected.

Those are exactly the kind of memories I try to avoid, but they're like abestos: invisible and deadly. You need special gear to get rid of them.

Memories are who we are, Tul. In the end, that’s all the luggage you take with you. Love and memories are what last.

He'd learned in the past few months that telling a girl what to wear--even one the size of a golf club--was a bad idea. Histrionics often followed.

Was Vianne really supposed to let Sophie starve to prove her loyalty to France?

. . .you sounded frustrated and pissed off and amazingly happy

The next morning, Angie woke with the sun...Her eyes felt gritty and swollen.Once again she'd watered her mattress with memories.

but that shadow self of hers wasn't so sure. The ugly, toxic thought was smaller than a drop of blood, yet it poisoned the entire stream.

Elizabeth: "Maybe he'll surprise you."Meghann: "Birdie, they all surprise me. Last week, I hugged my date at the door and felt a bra strap.

Caro: "Bite me."Ruby: "I gave that up in kindergarten.

A generous donor (who had no doubt lived a life that imperiled his mortal soul) had granted [the Sisters] more than one hundred waterfront acres.

Tragedy was like that, a razor that sliced through time, severing the now from the before, incising the what-might-have-been from reality as cleanly as any surgeon's blade.

Lulu twirled in front of Jolene, banging into the seat. her eyes sparkled in that I'm-either-going-to-scream-or-fall-asleep-any-second kind of way.

... allow me to be an old man for a moment and to remind a young girl who is used to being impulsive that there can be none of that anymore.

It felt as if she were bleeding - but it wasn't blood that leaked out of her, not something that could be easily transfused. Instead she was losing her dreams.

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