Hello. I am Deepak Kundu, an avid book reader and quotes collector. As a hobby, I collect interesting quotes from the books that I read.

This post is a collection of 38 quotes from the book - The Four Winds by Kristin Hannah. I hope you find these quotes useful.

The Four Winds Quotes

Hope is a coin I carry: an American penny, given to me by a man I came to love. There were times in my journey when it felt as if that penny and the hope it represented were the only things that kept me going.

Don’t worry about dying. Worry about not living. Be brave.

Books had always been her solace; novels gave her the space to be bold, brave, beautiful, if only in her own imagination.

She’d learned how to disappear in place long ago. She was like one of those animals whose defense mechanism is to blend into the landscape and become invisible. It was her way of dealing with rejection: Say nothing and disappear. Never fight back. If she remained quiet enough, people eventually forgot she was there and left her alone.

Even though Prohibition made liquor illegal, there was plenty to be had for the men, who were a tough, sturdy group of immigrants from Russia, Germany, Italy, and Ireland. They’d come here with nothing and made something out of that nothing and they didn’t cotton to being told how to live, not by each other or by a government.

I know about growing up in a household where love is withheld. I won’t do that to my child.

Believe me, this little girl will love you as no one ever has ... and make you crazy and try your soul. Often all at the same time.

Life is tough. You need to be tougher or it will turn you inside out.

Some lives are not ours to hold on to; God makes His choices without us.

Passion is a thunderstorm, there and gone. It nourishes, sì, but it drowns, too.

Marry a man of the land, one who is reliable and true. One who will keep you steady.

Remember, cara, hard times don’t last. Land and family do.

For a man who had two religions - God and the land - he was dying a little each day, disappointed by them both. He spent long minutes throughout the day staring at his snow-covered winter-wheat fields, begging his God to let the wheat grow.

When your children were dying, you did anything to save them, even walk over mountains and across deserts.

When times is tough and jobs is scarce, folks blame the outsider. It’s human nature. And raht now, that’s us.

How much difference a friend could make. How one person could lift your spirit just enough to keep you upright.

Poverty was a soul-crushing thing. A cave that tightened around you, its pinprick of light closing a little more at the end of each desperate, unchanged day.

There’s fire in you, kid. Don’t let the bastards put it out.

You could count on a man like that, she thought. A man who didn’t just spout ideas, but fought for them, took beatings for them, and stayed in place.

The simple joy of seeing sunshine through clean glass, golden, pure as the gaze of God, and how it could lift one’s spirit.

What in the world was more restorative than a child’s love?

Words and ideas can be deadly. You be careful what you say and to whom, especially in this town.

It’s not weak, you know. To feel things deeply, to want things. To need.

Life went on, even in the hardest of times.

It’s open to the public, but ... well ... sometimes it’s better to study politics from a nice, safe historical perspective. The real thing can be pretty ugly.

The growers are scared, the townspeople are angry, the state is bleeding money, and people are desperate. It’s a volatile situation. Something’s gotta give.

You know the thing about history? It’s over. Already dead and gone.

The things your parents say and the things your husband doesn’t say become a mirror, don’t they? You see yourself as they see you, and no matter how far you come, you bring that mirror with you.

Sometimes a person had to stand up and say enough was enough.

Men. They always thought everything was about them. But women could stand up for their rights, too; women could hold picket signs and stop the means of production as well as men.

Life is more than what happens to us, Elsa. We have choices to make.

It’s dangerous, though. Don’t forget this. When I was a girl, I saw revolution up close. Blood runs in the streets. Don’t forget for one moment that the state has all the power - money and weapons and manpower.

No sorries. We fought, we struggled, we hurt each other, so what? That’s what love is, I think. It’s all of it. Tears, anger, joy, struggle. Mostly, it’s durable. It lasts.

My life. It’s ... more of an idea. A cause. Or it has been. For years, I’ve been fighting to make the rich pay their workers a living wage. I hate the inequity between the haves and the have-nots. I’ve been beaten and gone to prison for it.

It wasn’t the fear that mattered in life. It was the choices made when you were afraid. You were brave because of your fear, not in spite of it.

Love. In the best of times, it is a dream. In the worst of times, a salvation.

The world can be changed by a handful of courageous people. Today we fight on behalf of those who are afraid.

Find your voice and use it ... take chances ... never give up.