Ernest once told me that the word paradise was a Persian words that meant walled garden. I knew then that he understood how necessary the promises we made to each other were to our happiness. You couldn't have real freedom… — Paula McLain Copy Share Image
Why is it every other person you meet says they're an artist? A real artist doesn't need to gas on about it, he doesn't have time. He does his work and sweats it out in silence, and no one can… — 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
