Paula McLain Quotes

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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

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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.

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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.

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

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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.

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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.

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

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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.

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

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

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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.

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

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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.

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

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

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

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

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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.

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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.

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