In the sea of grief, there were islands of grace, moments in time when one could remember what was left rather than all that had been lost. — Kristin Hannah Copy Share Image
It was the Magic Hour, the moment in time when every leaf and blade of grass seemed to separate, when sunlight, burnished by the rain and softened by the coming night, gave the world an impossibly beautiful glow. — 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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
