669 Quotes by Kristin Hannah

She leaned back against the sliding door and wondered at the vistas she wasn’t seeing. It was all out there – the mystery, the beauty; beyond her ability to see now, but there just the same. It was simply a matter of timing and perspective, what one saw. Like with Mom. Perhaps everything had been there to be seen all along and Meredith had the wrong perspective, or not enough light.

The Great Alone,” Leni said. That was what Robert Service called Alaska.

With the wisdom of time and the passing of years, she knew that. She knew, too, that love didn’t evaporate. It faded, perhaps, lost its weight like bones left out in the sun, but it didn’t go away.

This is how my love for her goes on: in moments remembered and moments imagined. It’s how I keep her alive. Hers is the voice in my head, my conscience. I see the world, at least in part, through her eyes. 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, she listens and agrees, and then goes on, talking about the gift of mistakes and the miracle of family. She hopes that people will learn from her bad choices. And she wraps that spell around them, the one only she can spin, and by the end of the show, her listeners are reaching for tissues and thinking about how to find their way back to their own families. The smart ones are reaching for the telephone.

Stop thinking about what you’ve lost, and think about what you have left.

A wrecked marriage scares everyone. It’s like a rock tossed into a still blue pond; the ripples go on and on.

She was crying for it all at last – for the pain and loss and fear and anger, for the war and what it had done to her and to all of them, for the knowledge of evil she could never shake, for the horror of where she’d been and what she’d done to survive.

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.