“He didn't know how love managed to be a garden one moment and war the next. He was at war now, his… — 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
“It was as if we'd pressed ourselves together until his bones passed through mine and we were the same person, ever so… — Paula McLain Copy Share Image
But in the end, fighting for a love that was already gone felt like trying to live in the ruins of a… — Paula McLain Copy Share Image
I would gladly have climbed out of my skin and into his that night, because I believed that was what love meant. — 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 wanted something grand and sweeping." "The kind of love you find in novels?" "Maybe. That makes me incredibly stupid, I suppose.” — Paula McLain Copy Share Image
“I had forged her myself, out of brokenness, learning to love wildness instead of fearing it. To thrive on the exhilaration of… — Paula McLain Copy Share Image
“He wanted them both, but there was no having everything, and love couldn't help him now. Nothing could help him but bravery,… — Paula McLain Copy Share Image
“You make your life with someone and you love that person and you think it's enough. But it's never enough, is it?… — Paula McLain Copy Share Image
At twenty-eight I'd had a handful of beaux, but had only been in love once, and that had been awful enough to… — Paula McLain Copy Share Image
Knowing he was suffering pained me. That’s the way love tangles you up. I couldn’t stop loving him, and couldn’t shut off… — 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… — Paula McLain Copy Share Image
This was my one brush with love. Was it love? It felt awful enough. I spent another two years crawling around in… — Paula McLain Copy Share Image
There was only today to throw yourself into without thinking about tomorrow, let alone forever. To keep you from thinking, there was… — 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
“We knew what we had and what it meant, and though so much had happened since for both of us, there was… — Paula McLain Copy Share Image
“I love you now more than I ever have in some ways and though different people view their marriage vows differently, I… — Paula McLain Copy Share Image
“They had as good a shot at making it as anyone did, but what if marriage didn't solve anything and didn't save… — Paula McLain Copy Share Image
The way I see it, how can you really say you'll love a person longer than love lasts? — Paula McLain Copy Share Image
You have to digest life. You have to chew it up and love it all through. — Paula McLain Copy Share Image
You are everything good and straight and fine and true—and I see that so clearly now, in the way you’ve carried yourself… — 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
