Kristin Hannah Quotes

I am such a Pacific Northwest girl.

Finding your passion isn't just about careers and money. It's about finding your authentic self. The one you've buried beneath other people's needs.

Maybe time didn't heal wounds exactly, but it gave you a kind of armor, or a new perspective. A way to remember with a smile instead of a sob.

And no one drank just one shot of tequila.

And maybe that was how it was supposed to be...Joy and sadness were part of the package; the trick, perhaps,was to let yourself feel all of it, but to hold on to the joy just a little more tightly.

A daughter without her mother is a woman broken. It is a loss that turns to arthritis and settles deep into her bones.

Memories are who we are. In the end, that's all the luggage you take with you. Love and Memories are what last.

That was what a best friend did: hold up a mirror and show you your heart.

What I know now about life is this: your mother is a part of everything you do and everything you are.

From the first time we met, we knew everything that mattered about each other, didn't we? We just knew. I guess that's what best friends are: parts of each other.

He is a man, and he is afraid. This is not a good combination.

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.

I might screw up, I might embarrass you, I might yell at you, but I will never, ever stop loving you. You're my first born. The first time I held you... I fell in love so hard it cracked my bones.

Books + friendship = book club

Whenever I write about motherhood - and I write about it a lot - I am drawing on my experiences as a mother and also my experiences as a daughter.

I know about forgiving people and loving them anyway, even after they hurt you.

It isn’t about being at the same school or the same town or even the same room. It’s about being together. Love is a choice you make.

If I have learned anything in this long life of mine, it is this: in love we find out who we want to be; in war we find out who we are.

Thoughts - even fears - were airy things, formless until you made them solid with your voice and once given that weight, they could crush you.

At one point, she'd wanted to hurl the whole breakfast at the wall. And then she'd remember why it was that men had temper tantrums and women didn't: cleanup.

To those who are here, those who are gone, and those who are lost.

Promises were a lot like impressions. The second one didn't count for much.

It's not intentions that matter. It's actions. We are what we do and say, not what we intend to.

Then he left her there, standing alone, surrounded by word ghosts; things she could have said.

Some stories don't have happy endings. Even love stories. Maybe especially love stories.

Sitting around and waiting for your muse is not the best choice.

It occurred to her suddenly, sharply, that she wanted to be in love... She wanted not to feel so damned alone in the world.

Lately he'd been seen going out less and less, becoming that strangest of animals in a small town: a loner.

Nobody's strong enough to be a parent. We just do it, blindly, going forward on faith and love and hope. That's all it is...Being afraid...and going on.

This is the problem with forever friends. They know too much.

The measure of a society is its compassion.

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

Sometimes you simply made the wrong choice and you had to live with it. You could only change the future.

Nothing was easier to shatter than the fragile shield of an idealist.

I guess no one stays friends for more than thirty years without broken hearts along the way.

Jude remembered this pain. Every woman had felt some version of it: the end of first love. It was when you learned, for good and always, that love could be impermanent.

We can't live other people's lives for them. Even if we love them.

....both had learned that everything could change in an instant, and that the heartfelt vows of people in love were fragile words that, once shattered, could cut so deeply you'd bleed forever.

Their friendship was more important than any relationship. Guys would come and go; girlfriends were forever.

Marriages go through hard times. Sometimes you have to get in there and fight for your love. That's the only way for it to get better.

It’s a promise ring,” he said solemnly. “The lady at the store said it’s what you give the girl you love. It means I want to marry you someday.

Nina knew the power of black and white images. Sometimes a thing was its truest self when the colors were stripped away.

I always thought it was what I wanted: to be loved and admired. Now I think perhaps I'd like to be known.

When you get . . . to the end, you see that love and family are all there is. Nothing else matters.

The hallmark of my books is the relationships that define women's lives.

It's not a date. I bought my own drink and I didn't shave my legs.

We women. as glue for the family. lead lives that are important and conflicted. What we women choose to give up for our families is important and valid.

One thing I can tell you for sure is this: we only regret what we don't do in life.

When you're a mom, you learn about fear. You're always afraid. Always. About everything from cupboard doors to kidnappers to weather.

She is like a child picking at a scab, unable to stop herself even though she knows it will hurt.