At that moment, something shifted sweetly inside him. It was forgiveness, beautiful and effortless and complete. For Louie Zamperini, the war was over. — Laura Hillenbrand Copy Share Image
The paradox of vengefulness is that it makes men dependent upon those who have harmed them, believing that their release from pain will come… — Laura Hillenbrand Copy Share Image
“The racehorse, by virtue of his awesome physical gifts, freed the jockey from himself. When a horse and a jockey flew over the track… — Laura Hillenbrand Copy Share Image
“It was not a great presence but a great absence, a geometric ocean of darkness that seemed to swallow heaven itself.” — Laura Hillenbrand Copy Share Image
“In September 1942, a B-17 crashed in the Pacific, stranding nine men on a raft. Within a few days, one had died and the… — Laura Hillenbrand Copy Share Image
“What God asks of men, said Graham, is faith. His invisibility is the truest test of that faith. To know who sees him, God… — Laura Hillenbrand Copy Share Image
Louie and Seabiscuit were both Californians and both on the sports pages in the 1930s. I was fascinated. When I learned about his World… — Laura Hillenbrand Copy Share Image
“Though the captives' resistance was dangerous, through such acts, dignity was preserved, and through dignity, life itself.” — Laura Hillenbrand Copy Share Image
“Each of his workouts was attended by ten thousand or more spectators.” — Laura Hillenbrand Copy Share Image
“We figure he is the people’s horse, and we propose to train him in the open.” — Laura Hillenbrand Copy Share Image
“Wonderful?" wrote J.O. Young in his diary. "To stand cheering, crying, waving your hat and acting like a damn fool in general. No one… — Laura Hillenbrand Copy Share Image
“Stories of cannibalism among castaways were so common that British sailors considered the practice of choosing and sacrificing a victim to be an established… — Laura Hillenbrand Copy Share Image
I have vertigo. Vertigo makes it feel like the floor is pitching up and down. Things seem to be spinning. It's like standing on… — Laura Hillenbrand Copy Share Image
