669 Quotes by Kristin Hannah

She needed Matthew, but not to save her or complete her or reinvent her. Her love for him was the clearest, cleanest, strongest emotion she’d ever felt. It was like opening your eyes or growing up, realizing that you had it in you to love like this. Forever. For all time. Or for all the time you had.

Life was impossibly fragile. If you were lucky enough to have a loving family, you had to hold onto them with infinite.

She wouldn’t have understood how dark a side love could have, how hiding it was the kindest thing you could do sometimes.

It is easy to disappear when no one is looking at you.

Beauty was just another way to discount her, to not see her.

Jean reached over for Elsa’s hand and held it. Elsa hadn’t known until right then how much difference a friend could make. How one person could lift your spirit just enough to keep you upright.

I do,” she said quietly, stung by the sudden thought that without him, no one would know her that well.

In literature, death was many things – a message, catharsis, retribution. There were deaths that came from a beating heart that stopped and deaths of another kind, a choice made, like Frodo going to the Grey Havens. Death made you cry, filled you with sadness, but in the best of her books, there was peace, too, satisfaction, a sense of the story ending as it should. In real life, she saw, it wasn’t like that. It was sadness opening up inside of you, changing how you saw the world.

It would always be a part of her, a scar on her soul, but like all scars, it faded in time from a bright and burning red to a slim, silvery line that could only sometimes be seen.