The Great Alone

by Kristin Hannah

“I never found another man worth having. You know what they say about finding a man in Alaska—the odds are good, but the goods are odd.”

He taught her something new about friendship: it picked right back up where you’d left off, as if you hadn’t been apart at all.

In literature, death was many things—a message, catharsis, retribution.

In real life, she saw, it wasn’t like that. It was sadness opening up inside of you, changing how you saw the world.

A girl was like a kite; without her mother’s strong, steady hold on the string, she might just float away, be lost somewhere among the clouds.

Leni saw suddenly how hope could break you, how it was a shiny lure for the unwary. What happened to you if you hoped too hard for the best and got the worst? Was it better not to hope at all, to prepare? Wasn’t that what her father’s lesson always was? Prepare for the worst.

(because he knew how to dream and to believe).

Please, Leni, think about me instead of yourself.”

The scream i scrumpt. No. Fuck you. She's put you first her whole. Life.

“You know what I love most about you,

“Everything.”

taught her that not all love was scary.

Falling in love with you was the best thing I ever did.