“The exercise of deciding where to go next is difficult. Because next most likely means a new forever.”
―
Georgia Hunter,
We Were the Lucky Ones
“The exercise of deciding where to go next is difficult. Because next most likely means a new forever. It means thinking about where to settle. Where to start over. During the war, their options were fewer, the stakes higher, their mission singular. It was simple, in a way. Keep your chin down, your guard up. Stay one step ahead. Stay alive for one more day. Don't let the enemy win. To think about a long-term plan feels complicated, and burdensome, like flexing an atrophied muscle.” ― Georgia Hunter, We Were the Lucky Ones
“What matters, she tells herself, is that even on the hardest days, when the grief is so heavy she can barely breathe, she must carry on. She must get up, get dressed, and go to work. She will take each day as it comes. She will keep moving.” ― Georgia Hunter, We Were the Lucky Ones
“Months later, in a different world, Nechuma will look back on this evening, the last Passover when they were nearly all together, and wish with every cell in her body that she could relive it. She will remember the familiar smell of the gefilte, the chink of silver on porcelain, the taste of parsley, briny and bitter on her tongue. She will long for the touch of Felicia's baby-soft skin, the weight of Jakob's hand on hers beneath the table, the wine-induced warmth in the pit of her belly that begged her to believe that everything might actually turn out all right in the end. She will remember how happy Halina had looked at the piano after their meal, how they had danced together, how they all spoke of missing Addy, assuring each other that he'd be home soon. She will replay it all, over and over again, every beautiful moment of it, and savor it, like the last perfect klapsa pears of the season.” ― Georgia Hunter, We Were the Lucky Ones
“to Russell Vernon HunterNew YorkSpring 1932My dear Vernon HunterYour letter gives me such a vivid picture of some thing I love in space — love almost as passionately as I can love a person — that I am almost tempted to pack my little bag and go — but I will not go to it right this morning — No matter how much I love it — There is some thing in me that must finish jobs once started — when I can —.So I am here — and what you write of me is thereThe cockscomb is here too — I put it in much cold water and it came to life from a kind of flatness it had in the box when I opened it — tho it was very beautiful as it lay in the box a bit wilted when I opened it —. I love it — Thank you.I must confess to you — that I even have the desire to go into old Mexico — that I would have gone — undoubtedly — if it were only myself that I considered — You are wise — so wise — in staying in your own country that you know and love — I am divided between my man and a life with him — and some thing of the outdoors — of your world — that is in my blood — and that I know I will never get rid of — I have to get along with my divided self the best way I can —.So give my greetings to the sun and the sky — and the wind — and the dry never ending land—SincerelyGeorgia O'Keeffe” ― Georgia O'Keeffe
“If I could, I would hold on to you, never let you go. But I'm fucked up in every way, and would only hurt you.” ― Georgia Lyn Hunter, Breaking Fate
“Relationships begin with honesty, Nechuma once told him. This is the foundation, for to be in love means to be able to share everything—your dreams, your faults, your deepest fears. Without these truths, a relationship will collapse” ― Georgia Hunter, We Were the Lucky Ones
“It’s Echo. She’s Zarias’s descendant. Michael just confirmed it.” ― Georgia Lyn Hunter, Absolute Surrender
“And if all goes well, in due time they'll be allowed to emigrate to the United States. To America. The word sings when the speak it - of freedom, of opportunity, of the chance to start anew. America. Sometimes it sounds too perfect, like the last note of a nocturne that hovers, suspended in time, before inevitably growing faint and disappearing.” ― Georgia Hunter, We Were the Lucky Ones
“He pressed his lips to the scar on her forehead. “You’re amazing.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Beautiful.” He kissed her lips. “Smart and brave. A little less brave and I’d probably be able to sleep at night, but I wouldn’t change a thing about you.” ― Georgia Lyn Hunter, Absolute Surrender
“In the midst of this happy occasion,” Yoffe says, righting himself, “we should not forget how fragile life truly is. The breaking of glass—a symbol of the destruction of the temple in Jerusalem, of man’s short life on earth.” ― Georgia Hunter, We Were the Lucky Ones
“Wojtek, Polish for ‘smiling warrior,” ― Georgia Hunter, We Were the Lucky Ones: Based on the unforgettable story of one family determined to survive war-torn Europe
“Did you just number me?” his voice lowered dangerously. “I'm your last, your only one.” ― Georgia Lyn Hunter, Tangled Sin
“She must have been born with a defective love gene. Why else was it so hard to fall in love? Find a little happiness? Everyone did it at the drop of a hat.” ― Georgia Lyn Hunter, Breaking Fate
“There is nothing worse, not even the daily hell of the ghetto, than for a mother to live with such fear and uncertainty about the fates of her children.” ― Georgia Hunter, We Were the Lucky Ones
“L'chaim!” ― Georgia Hunter, We Were the Lucky Ones
“Come. Let me go slay your dragons.” ― Georgia Lyn Hunter, Tangled Sin
“Part of her wishes she could travel forward in time, and skip to the end of the war. But there is also part of her that prays for time to stop.” ― Georgia Hunter, We Were the Lucky Ones
“her world was torn to shreds. She’d watched from then on as every basic truth of the life she once knew—her home, her family, her safety—was thrown to the wind. Now, those fragments of her past have begun to drift back down to earth, and for the first time in over half a decade she has allowed herself to believe that, with time and patience, she might just be able to stitch together a semblance of what was. It will never be the same—she’s wise enough to understand that. But they are here, and for the most part, together, which has begun to feel like something of a miracle.” ― Georgia Hunter, We Were the Lucky Ones
“The exercise of deciding where to go next is difficult. Because next most likely means a new forever. It means thinking about where to settle. Where to start over. During the war, their options were fewer, the stakes higher, their mission singular. It was simple, in a way. Keep your chin down, your guard up. Stay one step ahead. Stay alive for one more day. Don't let the enemy win. To think about a long-term plan feels complicated, and burdensome, like flexing an atrophied muscle.” ― Georgia Hunter, We Were the Lucky Ones
“What matters, she tells herself, is that even on the hardest days, when the grief is so heavy she can barely breathe, she must carry on. She must get up, get dressed, and go to work. She will take each day as it comes. She will keep moving.” ― Georgia Hunter, We Were the Lucky Ones
“Months later, in a different world, Nechuma will look back on this evening, the last Passover when they were nearly all together, and wish with every cell in her body that she could relive it. She will remember the familiar smell of the gefilte, the chink of silver on porcelain, the taste of parsley, briny and bitter on her tongue. She will long for the touch of Felicia's baby-soft skin, the weight of Jakob's hand on hers beneath the table, the wine-induced warmth in the pit of her belly that begged her to believe that everything might actually turn out all right in the end. She will remember how happy Halina had looked at the piano after their meal, how they had danced together, how they all spoke of missing Addy, assuring each other that he'd be home soon. She will replay it all, over and over again, every beautiful moment of it, and savor it, like the last perfect klapsa pears of the season.” ― Georgia Hunter, We Were the Lucky Ones
“to Russell Vernon HunterNew YorkSpring 1932My dear Vernon HunterYour letter gives me such a vivid picture of some thing I love in space — love almost as passionately as I can love a person — that I am almost tempted to pack my little bag and go — but I will not go to it right this morning — No matter how much I love it — There is some thing in me that must finish jobs once started — when I can —.So I am here — and what you write of me is thereThe cockscomb is here too — I put it in much cold water and it came to life from a kind of flatness it had in the box when I opened it — tho it was very beautiful as it lay in the box a bit wilted when I opened it —. I love it — Thank you.I must confess to you — that I even have the desire to go into old Mexico — that I would have gone — undoubtedly — if it were only myself that I considered — You are wise — so wise — in staying in your own country that you know and love — I am divided between my man and a life with him — and some thing of the outdoors — of your world — that is in my blood — and that I know I will never get rid of — I have to get along with my divided self the best way I can —.So give my greetings to the sun and the sky — and the wind — and the dry never ending land—SincerelyGeorgia O'Keeffe” ― Georgia O'Keeffe
“If I could, I would hold on to you, never let you go. But I'm fucked up in every way, and would only hurt you.” ― Georgia Lyn Hunter, Breaking Fate
“Relationships begin with honesty, Nechuma once told him. This is the foundation, for to be in love means to be able to share everything—your dreams, your faults, your deepest fears. Without these truths, a relationship will collapse” ― Georgia Hunter, We Were the Lucky Ones
“It’s Echo. She’s Zarias’s descendant. Michael just confirmed it.” ― Georgia Lyn Hunter, Absolute Surrender
“And if all goes well, in due time they'll be allowed to emigrate to the United States. To America. The word sings when the speak it - of freedom, of opportunity, of the chance to start anew. America. Sometimes it sounds too perfect, like the last note of a nocturne that hovers, suspended in time, before inevitably growing faint and disappearing.” ― Georgia Hunter, We Were the Lucky Ones
“He pressed his lips to the scar on her forehead. “You’re amazing.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Beautiful.” He kissed her lips. “Smart and brave. A little less brave and I’d probably be able to sleep at night, but I wouldn’t change a thing about you.” ― Georgia Lyn Hunter, Absolute Surrender
“In the midst of this happy occasion,” Yoffe says, righting himself, “we should not forget how fragile life truly is. The breaking of glass—a symbol of the destruction of the temple in Jerusalem, of man’s short life on earth.” ― Georgia Hunter, We Were the Lucky Ones
“Wojtek, Polish for ‘smiling warrior,” ― Georgia Hunter, We Were the Lucky Ones: Based on the unforgettable story of one family determined to survive war-torn Europe
“Did you just number me?” his voice lowered dangerously. “I'm your last, your only one.” ― Georgia Lyn Hunter, Tangled Sin
“She must have been born with a defective love gene. Why else was it so hard to fall in love? Find a little happiness? Everyone did it at the drop of a hat.” ― Georgia Lyn Hunter, Breaking Fate
“There is nothing worse, not even the daily hell of the ghetto, than for a mother to live with such fear and uncertainty about the fates of her children.” ― Georgia Hunter, We Were the Lucky Ones
“L'chaim!” ― Georgia Hunter, We Were the Lucky Ones
“Come. Let me go slay your dragons.” ― Georgia Lyn Hunter, Tangled Sin
“Part of her wishes she could travel forward in time, and skip to the end of the war. But there is also part of her that prays for time to stop.” ― Georgia Hunter, We Were the Lucky Ones
“her world was torn to shreds. She’d watched from then on as every basic truth of the life she once knew—her home, her family, her safety—was thrown to the wind. Now, those fragments of her past have begun to drift back down to earth, and for the first time in over half a decade she has allowed herself to believe that, with time and patience, she might just be able to stitch together a semblance of what was. It will never be the same—she’s wise enough to understand that. But they are here, and for the most part, together, which has begun to feel like something of a miracle.” ― Georgia Hunter, We Were the Lucky Ones
