Paula McLain Quotes


... and yet he could also be very charming in a bookish infinitely apologetic way.

Maybe no one can know how it is for anyone else.

Happiness is so awfully complicated but freedom isn't. You're either tied down or you're not.

Though I often looked for one I finally had to admit that there could be no cure for Paris.

The very rich only admire themselves

But in the end fighting for a love that was already gone felt like trying to live in the ruins of a lost city.

Books could be an incredible adventure. I stayed under my blanket and barely moved and no one would have guessed how my mind raced and my heart soared with stories.

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 sap.

It gave me a sharp kind of sadness to think that no matter how much I loved him and tried to put him back together again he might stay broken forever.

People belong to each other only as long as they both believe. He stopped believing.

At twenty-eight I'd had a handful of beaux but had only been in love once and that had been awful enough to make me doubt men and myself for a good long while.

She was also incredibly confident with a way of moving and talking that communicated that she didn't need anyone to tell her she was beautiful or worthwhile.

You have to digest life. You have to chew it up and love it all through.

I would gladly have climbed out of my skin and into his that night because I believed that was what love meant.

Dogs are easy. If their tails are up and their eyes are soft you're in.

And that's when he finally tells me his name is Ernest. I'm thinking of giving it away though. Ernest is so dull and Hemingway? Who wants a Hemingway?

Don't tell readers what to think. Let the action speak for itself.

Not everyone out in a storm wants to be saved

To marry was to say you believed in the future and in the past too-that history and tradition and hope could stay knit together to hold you up.

I didn't want to be a sweet boy's sweet girlfriend. I wanted to be Fawn's equal the kind of girl who stood up for herself and took care of business who cut guys loose when it was required.

Maybe happiness was an hourglass already running out the grains tipping sifting past each other. Maybe it was a state of mind.

I hope we'll get lucky enough to grow old together.

Nothing hurts if you don't let it.

The way I see it how can you really say you'll love a person longer than love lasts?

All that was left for me was a terrible kind of paralysis this waiting game this heartbreak game.

I knew that I could hate him all I wanted for the way he was hurting me but I couldn't ever stop loving him absolutely for what he was.

I'd had my share of rain. My mother's illness ... had weighed on me but the years before had been heavy too. I was only twenty eight.

It was our favorite part of the day this in-between time and it always seemed to last longer than it should--a magic and lavender space unpinned from the hours around it between worlds.

My life was my life; I would have to stare it down somehow and make it work for me.

I'd never met anyone so vibrant or alive. He moved like light.

If I can write one sentence simple and true every day I'll be satisfied.

I preferred to look at the sea which said nothing and never made you feel alone.

Sometimes I wish we could rub out all of our mistakes and start fresh from the beginning ' I said. 'And sometimes I think there isn't anything to us but our mistakes.

But love is love. It makes you do terribly stupid things.