Welcome. It’s Monday and I’m sitting here drinking some throat coat trying to get rid of my budding cold and reflecting on the last year of books. I decided I just had to spotlight The Nightingale one last time. (Well, probably not the last time, I love it too much). If you read my review, then you heard me rave, somewhat manically, about how amazing this story was (still can’t find my chill whenever I talk about it). I can’t and I won’t leave it behind in 2015, so if you are looking for an AMAZING book to start 2016 off with a bang, READ IT! I might have also chosen it because maybe, perhaps it is a precursor to another Kristin Hannah review… possibly coming later this week 😉 WHO KNOWS? (I know. It is coming).
So, for today’s (and the first of 2016) Monday Musing I will be choosing 4 (Jan. 4, 2016) quotes from the almighty, The Nightingale. Check out my original post here for the nitty gritty details on Monday Musings.
“I had forgotten how gently time passes in Paris. As lively as the city is, there’s a stillness to it, a peace that lures you in. In Paris, with a glass of wine in your hand, you can just be.” – Kristen Hannah, The Nightingale
“How fragile life was, how fragile they were. Love. It was the beginning and end of everything, the foundation and the ceiling and the air in between. It didn’t matter that she was broken and ugly and sick. He loved her and she loved him, All her life she had waited -longed for – people to love her, but now she saw what she really mattered. She had known love, been blessed by it.” – Kristen Hannah, The Nightingale
“Lost. It makes it sound as if I misplaced my loved ones; perhaps I left them where they don’t belong and then turned away, too confused to retrace my steps. They are not lost. Nor are they in a better place. They are gone. As I approach the end of my years, I know that grief, like regret, settles into our DNA and remains forever a part of us.” – Kristen Hannah, The Nightingale
“If I have learned anything in this long life of mine, it is this: in love we find out who we want to be; in war we find out who we are.” – Kristen Hannah, The Nightingale