Kelly Quindlen Quotes & Sayings

It's just us, right?'
Hannah walks to her. She touches her cheek and finds her eyes. There is a desperate light hanging on her pupils. A flicker of passion, a flicker of shame.
'It's just us. — Kelly Quindlen

She sees herself, and she does not look away. — Kelly Quindlen

No one ever told me that it might be different. That it would be okay to be different. — Kelly Quindlen

Hannah stomps, buries, suffocates, wishes for death. "Yeah," she says. "I'm good. — Kelly Quindlen

We have to take ownership for our words. Words are powerful. They can be devastating. If your words carry hate--if they shame others, if they make them doubt that they are loved--Hannah, you don't want to own words like that. — Kelly Quindlen

I can tell you that I believe - that the human heart's mysterious ability to love others is never wrong. Your heart will never ask your permission to love. It's going to love whomever it was made to love, and the best thing you can do is follow it. — Kelly Quindlen

Hannah searches the clouds, the gulls, the sun. She wants to leave and she wants to stay. She wants to raise her hand to the heavens and command that everything top, that time stills, that the rules and the laws retract their grip so nature can have her way. Hannah wants to sit up off her towel and look across her friend's lined-up bodies, frozen in time beneath the sky, and she wants to pull Baker out of their midst, out of time, and walk with her along the shoreline, following the infinite ocean, nothing moving on the whole green earth except for the two of them and the water and the sky. — Kelly Quindlen

Love ultimately wins, Hannah. Love ultimately saves. — Kelly Quindlen

Your heart will never ask your permission to love. — Kelly Quindlen

She sets a hand on the cold sand and pushes herself forward until her lips meet Baker's with the delicate touch of tree leaves. And there on the beach, with the sand, the sky, and the water as their witnesses, Baker kisses her back, and Hannah hopes desperately that the crashing of the waves is a celebration rather than a condemnation. — Kelly Quindlen