Best 15 quotes of Katherine Reay on MyQuotes

But I made it. And for some reason, I’m not worried about my job prospects. I truly believe I will be okay.

He reminds me of a comfortable sweater that you pull on, knowing it will keep you warm every time.

Honesty is easier when you have no face and no real name. And honesty, for me, is very easy on paper.

How can I not believe that there is a God who exists and loves, when the people before me are infused with that love and pour it out daily?

It helped us both—shared failure is always a comfort.

Love spills out of these people. That's what I want. Settling for anything less is a lie.

My new favorite title is How Jane Austen Ruined My Life. I don't have the courage to read it, though. I'm afraid to discover she's ruined mine as well.

People forget your face after a book tour or an infrequent appearance on Letterman, but put your face on your books and you're handing them your life. They presume to know what you think or who you are.

Self-protection keeps you from love, Mr. Knightley-all love. I am so sad at how I've kept them at a distance-the Muirs, Alex, Father John, Kyle, Hannah...Anyone and everyone who has ever stood by me. I played God in our relationships. I determined their value by how much I let them in, by how much I let them determine my worth. I'm not God. And I don't need to work so hard anymore...

The day we forget the horror, Sam, we will repeat it. Never forget your past. It will make you less human, less than human.

There were about three other homes after that, but I was barely present. I had learned to hide well. I don’t mean to sound breezy about all this, but I actually don’t recall much outside the deep aloneness I felt when I was apart from my books.

We didn't talk much, and the silence hung like a silk curtain, light and lovely.

Whenever I doubted the saying that hate wasn’t the opposite of love, I thought of Isabel’s father and remembered—indifference was.

While I don't believe in love at first sight, because I think it takes more work than that, I do believe that one soul can speak to another and find an inexplicably deep connection over a short period of time, unimaginably short, and know that it will never forget that soul, that moment, or the light it emits forever.

Yes, Marianne. She lost her sense of right and wrong. She thought that because loving Willoughby felt good, it had to be right