People belong to each other only as long as they both believe. He stopped believing. Paula McLain More Quotes by Paula McLain More Quotes From Paula McLain Nothing hurts if you don't let it. Paula McLain ifs hurt Though I often looked for one, I finally had to admit that there could be no cure for Paris. Paula McLain cures france paris 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. Paula McLain soldier war people But when Bumby nursed, his fist clutching the fabric of my robe, his eyes soft and bottomless and locked on mine, as if I were the very heart of his universe, I couldn't help but melt into him. Paula McLain eye nurse heart I didn't want to be a sweet boy's sweet girlfriend. I wanted to be Fawn's equal, the kind of girl who stood up for herself and took care of business, who cut guys loose when it was required. Paula McLain cutting girl sweet 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. Paula McLain eight men long The way I see it, how can you really say you'll love a person longer than love lasts? Paula McLain lasts persons way 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. Paula McLain paris artist long I would gladly have climbed out of my skin and into his that night, because I believed that was what love meant. Paula McLain skins night 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. Paula McLain ocean liars beautiful Maybe no one can know how it is for anyone else. Paula McLain know-how knows 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. Paula McLain sea together europe 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. Paula McLain sweat artist real The very rich only admire themselves Paula McLain rich admire 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. Paula McLain together-again sadness thinking 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. Paula McLain tradition together past I miss good old-fashioned honorable people just trying to make something of life. Simply, without hurting anyone else. I know that makes me a sap. Paula McLain hurt missing people I'd never met anyone so vibrant or alive. He moved like light. Paula McLain mets alive light Books could be an incredible adventure. I stayed under my blanket and barely moved, and no one would have guessed how my mind raced and my heart soared with stories. Paula McLain heart adventure book ... and yet he could also be very charming, in a bookish, infinitely apologetic way. Paula McLain apologetic charming way
