The Four Winds

by Kristin Hannah

There was a pain that came with constant disapproval; a sense of having lost something unnamed, unknown. Elsa had survived it by being quiet, by not demanding or seeking attention, by accepting that she was loved, but unliked.

As long as he was beside her, it was okay. She would always forgive him. As little as he gave her, as frayed as his affection for her sometimes was, she lived in fear of losing it. Losing him.

it was only possible to live without love when you’d never known it.

She was always afraid of saying the wrong thing, of pushing him away when she wanted to draw him near.

Who was going to rescue them when she failed?

Love is what remains when everything else is gone.

Love. In the best of times, it is a dream. In the worst of times, a salvation.

I am in love. As crazy and ridiculous and implausible as it sounds, I am in love. And I am loved in return.

A warrior believes in an end she can’t see and fights for it. A warrior never gives up. A warrior fights for those weaker than herself.