She is like a child picking at a scab, unable to stop herself even though she knows it will hurt. — Kristin Hannah Copy Share Image
“She would hold her daughter and stroke her head and let her cry and she would have to be strong. She was… — Kristin Hannah Copy Share Image
Whenever I write about motherhood - and I write about it a lot - I am drawing on my experiences as a… — Kristin Hannah Copy Share Image
A daughter without her mother is a woman broken. It is a loss that turns to arthritis and settles deep into her… — Kristin Hannah Copy Share Image
I prefer to scare myself in the ordinary ways, Daddy. Like letting my children cross the country for college. Why bungee jump… — Kristin Hannah Copy Share Image
“You were struggling to break free of being my daughter but unsure of how to be yourself, while I was afraid to… — Kristin Hannah Copy Share Image
“That box there. The empty one. Separate the Jews born in France from those born elsewhere. We are only interested in foreign-born… — Kristin Hannah Copy Share Image
We women make choices for others, not for ourselves, and when we are mothers, we...bear what we must for our children. You… — Kristin Hannah Copy Share Image
“Husbands were to be avoided in the pre-thirty years. There was always time for marriage and children; was the common refrain. You… — Kristin Hannah Copy Share Image
“For years he'd strived to make a difference in the world, and he'd worked like a dog to make that happen, and… — Kristin Hannah Copy Share Image
“Vianne knelt down beside Sarah, she felt for a pulse and found none. The silence turned sour, thick; all Vianne could think… — Kristin Hannah Copy Share Image
As mothers and daughters, we are connected with one another. My mother is the bones of my spine, keeping me straight and… — Kristin Hannah Copy Share Image
“Vianne didn’t hesitate. She knew now that no one could be neutral—not anymore—and as afraid as she was of risking Sophie’s life,… — Kristin Hannah Copy Share Image
“Her teenage daughter was sprouting like a tree, blooming every day into another variation of who she would someday become. Moods twisted… — Kristin Hannah Copy Share Image
She'd been criticized for holding the reins of parenthood too tightly, of controlling her children too completely, but she didn't know how… — Kristin Hannah Copy Share Image
She still felt shell-shocked by all of it, numb. Beneath the numbness, though, was a raw and terrible anger that was unlike anything she'd… — Kristin Hannah Copy Share
“Antoine took her in his arms. The scent of jasmine was intoxicating, and she knew suddenly, certainly, that from now on, whenever she smelled… — Kristin Hannah Copy Share
what shall we drink to?" "How about family?" Stacy said, showing up just in time to pour a fourth shot. "To those who are… — Kristin Hannah Copy Share
“I was not good at the whole making-death-a-positive-transition thing. How could I? I wanted her to fight to the last breath. It was a… — Kristin Hannah Copy Share
“Kate heard the bravado in her friend’s voice and saw it in her eyes. “I prayed for you.” “You did?” Tully asked. “Wow. Thanks.”… — Kristin Hannah Copy Share
“The trip from Portland to New York City was like climbing Mount Everest without oxygen. It went on and on, and by the time… — Kristin Hannah Copy Share
“So now books were her only friends. She'd read Lord of the Rings so often she could recite whole scenes by memory. It was… — Kristin Hannah Copy Share
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… — Kristin Hannah Copy Share
“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… — Kristin Hannah Copy Share
“I want to imagine there will be peace when I am gone, that I will see all of the people I have loved and… — Kristin Hannah Copy Share
What good did it do to light the world on fire if she had to watch the glow alone? — Kristin Hannah Copy Share
