“That’s the funny thing about writing your life story. You start out trying to remember dates and times and names. You think it’s about facts, your life; that what you’ll look back on and remember are the successes and failures,… — 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
“Tragedy was like that, a razor that sliced through time, severing the now from the before, incising the what-might-have-been from reality as cleanly as… — Kristin Hannah Copy Share Image
“I want to imagine there will be peace when I am gone, that I will see all of the people I have loved and… — Kristin Hannah Copy Share Image
What good did it do to light the world on fire if she had to watch the glow alone? — Kristin Hannah Copy Share Image
