Paula McLain
More and more I find myself at a loss for words and didn't want to hear other people talking either. Their conversations seemed false and empty. I preferred to look at the sea, which said nothing and never made you feel alone.Collection: Loss
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.Collection: Space
If I can write one sentence, simple and true every day, I'll be satisfied.Collection: Writing
Nothing hurts if you don't let it.Collection: Hurt
My life was my life; I would have to stare it down, somehow, and make it work for me.Collection: Staring
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.Collection: Hurt
You have to digest life. You have to chew it up and love it all through.Collection: And Love
Not everyone out in a storm wants to be savedCollection: Storm
Knowing he was suffering pained me. That’s the way love tangles you up. I couldn’t stop loving him, and couldn’t shut off the feelings of wanting to care for him— but I also didn’t have to run to answer his letters. I was hurting, too, and no one was running to me.Collection: Running
Maybe happiness was an hourglass already running out, the grains tipping, sifting past each other. Maybe it was a state of mind.Collection: Running
The very rich only admire themselvesCollection: Rich
Dogs are easy. If their tails are up and their eyes are soft, you're in.Collection: Dog
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.Collection: Mistake
You are everything good and straight and fine and true—and I see that so clearly now, in the way you’ve carried yourself and listened to your own heart. You’ve changed me more than you know, and will always be a part of everything I am. That’s one thing I’ve learned from this. No one you love is ever truly lost.Collection: Heart
Don't tell readers what to think. Let the action speak for itself.Collection: Thinking
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.Collection: Book
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.Collection: Sadness
I also liked to look around at the houses surrounding the park and wonder about the people who filled them, what kinds of marriages they had and how they loved or hurt each other on any given day, and if they were happy, and whether they thought happiness was a sustainable thing.Collection: Love
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.Collection: Mother
This was my one brush with love. Was it love? It felt awful enough. I spent another two years crawling around in the skin of it, smoking too much and growing too thin and having stray thoughts of jumping from my balcony like a tortured heroine in a Russian novel.Collection: Jumping
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.Collection: Hurt
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.Collection: Beautiful
But in the end, fighting for a love that was already gone felt like trying to live in the ruins of a lost city.Collection: Fighting
How unbelievably naive we both were that night. We clung hard to each other, making vows we couldn't keep and should never have spoken aloud. That's how love is sometimes. I already loved him more than I'd ever loved anything or anyone. I knew he needed me absolutely, and I wanted him to go on needing me forever.Collection: Night
But when Bumby nursed, his fist clutching the fabric of my robe, his eyes soft and bottomless and locked on mine, as if I were the very heart of his universe, I couldn't help but melt into him.Collection: Heart
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.Collection: Girl
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.Collection: Men
The way I see it, how can you really say you'll love a person longer than love lasts?Collection: Way
In Paris, you couldn't really turn around without seeing the result of lovers' bad decisions. An artist given to sexual excess was almost a cliché, but no one seemed to mind. As long as you were making something good or interesting or sensational, you could have as many lovers as you wanted and ruin them all.Collection: Artist
I would gladly have climbed out of my skin and into his that night, because I believed that was what love meant.Collection: Night
There was only today to throw yourself into without thinking about tomorrow, let alone forever. To keep you from thinking, there was liquor, an ocean's worth at least, all the usual vices and plenty of rope to hang yourself with. Love is a beautiful liar.Collection: Beautiful
On December 8, 1921, when the Leopoldina set sail for Europe, we were on board. Our life together had finally begun. We held on to each other and looked out at the sea. It was impossibly large and full of beauty and danger in equal parts-and we wanted it all.Collection: Europe
Why is it every other person you meet says they're an artist? A real artist doesn't need to gas on about it, he doesn't have time. He does his work and sweats it out in silence, and no one can help him at all.Collection: Real
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.Collection: Past
I'd never met anyone so vibrant or alive. He moved like light.Collection: Light
... and yet he could also be very charming, in a bookish, infinitely apologetic way.Collection: Way
I hope we'll get lucky enough to grow old together.Collection: Together
Happiness is so awfully complicated, but freedom isn't. You're either tied down or you're not.Collection: Complicated
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?Collection: Thinking
Ernest once told me that the word paradise was a Persian words that meant walled garden. I knew then that he understood how necessary the promises we made to each other were to our happiness. You couldn't have real freedom unless you knew were the walls were and tended to them. We could lean on the walls because they existed; they existed because we leaned on them.Collection: Wall
People belong to each other only as long as they both believe. He stopped believing.Collection: Believe
All that was left for me was a terrible kind of paralysis, this waiting game, this heartbreak game.Collection: Games
But love is love. It makes you do terribly stupid things.Collection: Stupid
Maybe no one can know how it is for anyone else.Collection: Know How
Though I often looked for one, I finally had to admit that there could be no cure for Paris.Collection: Paris
And sometimes I think there isn’t anything to us but our mistakes.Collection: Mistake
I preferred to look at the sea, which said nothing and never made you feel alone.Collection: Sea
A week passes but it feels as if he's never been anywhere else. It's one of the things war does to you. Everything you see works to replace moments and people from your life before, until you can't remember why any of it mattered. It doesn't help if you're a soldier. The effect is the same.Collection: War