Jeanne Mackin > Quotes

“Love isn’t really about what we think of the other person, but how we feel about ourselves when we are with that person.”
― Jeanne MacKin, The Beautiful American

“I was happy, and nothing in the world can make you oblivious to your surroundings like happiness.”
― Jeanne MacKin, The Beautiful American

“That’s the problem with the finite. You can open only one door at a time, and you’ll never know what was behind the door you didn’t open.”
― Jeanne MacKin, The Beautiful American

“It’s good to sometimes let things go. And people, too,” she added.”
― Jeanne Mackin, The Last Collection

“Women don't age if their age if their clothes stay new.”
― Jeanne Mackin, The Last Collection: A Novel of Elsa Schiaparelli and Coco Chanel

“Love was love, but art was art and though he mixed the two a little, he never confused them.”
― Jeanne MacKin, The Beautiful American

“Bundists marched regularly in Times Square, demanding that all “foreigners” be sent back to their own countries and no more admitted; New York had its own share of Nazi sympathizers and American Aryanists.”
― Jeanne Mackin, The Last Collection

“sillage, what remains when all else has left. “Come on,”
― Jeanne MacKin, The Beautiful American

“We both believe in beauty and elegance. In strong women who know their own minds. No one will look good in her clothes if she doesn't walk as if she owns the world. Remember that, Lily. It's ours, all the beauty we want, if we want it hard enough.”
― Jeanne Mackin, The Last Collection: A Novel of Elsa Schiaparelli and Coco Chanel

“An artist must do what she was put on this earth to do. I do not give up and go into my little safe cocoon.”
― Jeanne Mackin, The Last Collection: A Novel of Elsa Schiaparelli and Coco Chanel

“We leaned even closer and pressed our foreheads together for consolation, as a promise, fingers entwined, and it was like the last application of color to the canvas, the moment when you know this is what had been waiting to be completed, this is what had existed somewhere, even if just in your imagination.

You have brought it isn't the richness of being. Layer up on layer of color, and when the final one is applied, gold bursts upon the back of your closed eyelids.”
― Jeanne Mackin, The Last Collection: A Novel of Elsa Schiaparelli and Coco Chanel

“Death can do that, make reality as hard to hold on to as water dripping through your fingers.”
― Jeanne Mackin, The Last Collection