On December 8, 1921, when the Leopoldina set sail for Europe, we were on board. Our life together had finally begun. We held on to each other and looked out at the sea. It was impossibly large and full of… — 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
“That's obviously, isn't it?' she said. 'A hawk is always a hawk, except'- and here she raised on heavy eyebrow and gave a mysterious… — Paula McLain Copy Share Image
“I hope we’ll get lucky enough to grow old together. You see them on the street, those couples who’ve been married so long you… — Paula McLain Copy Share Image
“It was terrible to feel so empty, as if I were nothing. Why couldn't I be happy? And just what was happines anyway?” — Paula McLain Copy Share Image
