“It was terrible to feel so empty, as if I were nothing. Why couldn't I be happy? And just what was happines… — Paula McLain Copy Share Image
“Maybe happiness was an hourglass already running out, the grains tipping, sifting past each other. Maybe it was a state of mind—as… — Paula McLain Copy Share Image
“Was my happiness so completely tied to him now that I could only feel like myself when he was near?” — Paula McLain Copy Share Image
I also liked to look around at the houses surrounding the park and wonder about the people who filled them, what kinds… — Paula McLain Copy Share Image
Happiness is so awfully complicated, but freedom isn't. You're either tied down or you're not. — Paula McLain Copy Share Image
“i liked feeling strong and was uncomfortable knowing that had vanished whne he left. was my happiness so completely tied to him… — Paula McLain Copy Share Image
Maybe happiness was an hourglass already running out, the grains tipping, sifting past each other. Maybe it was a state of mind. — Paula McLain Copy Share Image
“There are some who said I should have fought harder or longer than I did for my marriage, but in the end fighting for… — Paula McLain Copy Share Image
“That's what terrible, sordid situations did to you, made you act crazily, against your own truths, against yourself.” — Paula McLain Copy Share Image
“He didn't know how love managed to be a garden one moment and war the next.” — Paula McLain Copy Share Image
Books could be an incredible adventure. I stayed under my blanket and barely moved, and no one would have guessed how my mind raced… — Paula McLain Copy Share Image
People belong to each other only as long as they both believe. He stopped believing. — Paula McLain Copy Share Image
I miss good old-fashioned honorable people just trying to make something of life. Simply, without hurting anyone else. I know that makes me a… — Paula McLain Copy Share Image
... and yet he could also be very charming, in a bookish, infinitely apologetic way. — Paula McLain Copy Share Image
“It was august. for years it was august … . there was heat like wet gauze and a high, white sky and music coming… — Paula Mclain Copy Share Image
“We knew what we had and what it meant, and though so much had happened since for both of us, there was nothing like… — Paula McLain Copy Share Image
“There are things I didn't see before, like how nice it is to have someone around. Not the white knight whisking you away, but… — Paula McLain Copy Share Image
