Quotessence
Home / Authors / Kristin Hannah Books
Kristin Hannah

Kristin Hannah Books

Writer

The Nightingale

A source page for quotes linked to Kristin Hannah.

0 quotes

Firefly Lane

A source page for quotes linked to Kristin Hannah.

0 quotes

The Four Winds

A source page for quotes linked to Kristin Hannah.

0 quotes

The Great Alone

A source page for quotes linked to Kristin Hannah.

0 quotes

The Women

A source page for quotes linked to Kristin Hannah.

0 quotes

Fly Away

A source page for quotes linked to Kristin Hannah.

0 quotes

Night Road

A source page for quotes linked to Kristin Hannah.

0 quotes

Home Front

A source page for quotes linked to Kristin Hannah.

0 quotes

Summer Island

A source page for quotes linked to Kristin Hannah.

0 quotes

Magic Hour

A source page for quotes linked to Kristin Hannah.

0 quotes

Winter garden

A source page for quotes linked to Kristin Hannah.

0 quotes

Distant Shores

A source page for quotes linked to Kristin Hannah.

0 quotes

On Mystic Lake

A source page for quotes linked to Kristin Hannah.

0 quotes

Related Quotes

“You know that food eases every trouble.' Angie found herself smiling. How many times in her life had she come home from school, devastated by some social slight, only to hear Mama say, Eat something. You'll feel better... 'I've been through two divorces. Food so doesn't help. I tried to get her to put some tequila in the basket, but you know Mama.' She leaned closer. 'I have some Zoloft in my purse if you need it.”

“She stands at the hairpin turn on Night Road. On either side of her, giant evergreens grow clustered together, rising high into the blue summer sky. Even now, in midday, this stubbled, winding ribbon of asphalt holds the morning mist close. This road is like her life; knee deep in shadow. Once, it had been the quickest way home and she’d taken it easily, turning onto its potholed surface without a second thought, rarely noticing how the earth dropped away on either edge. Her mind had been on other things back then, on the miniutae of everyday life. Chores. Errands. Schedules. She hadn’t taken this route in years. Just the thought of it had been enough to make her turn the steering wheel too sharply; better to go off the road than to find herself here. Or so she’d thought until today. People on the island still talk about what happened in the summer of ’04. They sit on barstools and in porch swings and spout opinions, half truths, making judgments that aren’t theirs to make. They think a few columns in a newspaper give them the facts they need. But the facts are hardly what matter. If anyone sees her here, just standing on this lonely roadside in a gathering mist, it will all come up again. Like her, they’ll remember that night, so long ago, when the rain turned to ash….”

“You meet people, you form these bonds that tighten around you, and some of the people you love die. All of them go away, one way or another. You don't carry them around with you over there, you can't. There isn't time, and the memories are too heavy. You'll always have the piece of them that was yours and your time together. And you can pray for him. One way or another, Frank, he's gone for you, and you know that. As you said, he was never your guy, no matter how much you loved him.”