Kristin Hannah

It had been years since she question his fidelity, but he'd stepped on to the old fame track again, and that was where the road had taken them before. Infidelity could be forgiven, but forgetting it was impossible. Strangely, that wasn't what bothered her the most. What bothered her was that she didn't really care.

She hadn't realized how much she'd needed a dream, but it had transformed her, changed her from poor motherless and abandoned Tully to a girl poised to take on the world. The goal made her life story unimportant, gave her something to reach for, to hang on to

The trip from Portland to New York City was like climbing Mount Everest without oxygen. It went on and on, and by the time you reached your destination, there was no sensation left in your extremities.

Magic to be its best must be unexpected.

Magic to be its best must be unexpected".

it__ better to be bold than meek.If you jump off a cliff at least you__lfly before you fall

This time I really am going to light the world on fire,' she said, laughing. 'I finally have a fucking match.

The falling apart of a man's life should make more noise. It should startle passesrby with its Sturm and Drang. It ought to sound like the Parthenon crashing down. Not this ordinary, everyday kind of quiet...He closed his eyes...And still it was quiet, this falling apart of his life, as silent as the last beat of an old man's heart. A quiet, echoing thud, and then...nothing.

Even as she listened to murmurs of support, she heard the relief in other people__ voices, the immense gratitude that it wasn__ their child who had died. She heard I__ so sorry until she despised those words as she had never despised anything in her life, and she discovered an anger in her soul that was new.

I look at people who aren__ us and I hate them.

Liam learned that it was possible to appear to move forward when you were really standing still.

She remembered how it had felt and tasted, that slowly descending depression, like a thick glass jar that closed around you, sucking away the air you needed to breathe, creating a barrier between you and the world. The hell of it was that she'd been able to see all that she was missing, but when she'd reached out, all she'd touched was cold, hard glass.

My skin has the crinkled appearance of wax paper that someone has tried to flatten and reuse. My eyes fail me often__n the darkness, when headlights flash, when rain falls. It is unnerving, this new unreliability in my vision. Perhaps that__ why I find myself looking backward. The past has a clarity I can no longer see in the present.

Angie: "How do I pitch these ideas to her?"Mira: "From a distance, preferably wearing body armor.

The measure of a society is its compassion.

A WOMAN'S PLACE IS IN THE HOUSE...AND THE SENATE.

she should have told me that times slides away on a hillside of lose shale and takes everything in its path-dreams, opportunities, hopes. And youth. It takes that fastest of all.

Vianne knelt down beside Sarah, she felt for a pulse and found none. The silence turned sour, thick; all Vianne could think about was the sound of this child's laughter and how empty the world would be without it.