I love you. I’m blind for you, wild for you. Sick with you. I told you that our first night together when I asked you to marry me, I am telling you now. Everything that’s happened to us, everything, is because I crossed the street for you. I worship you. You know that through and through...
I love you breathlessly, my amazing man.
There are some battles, no matter how much you don’t want to fight them, that you just have to fight. That are worth giving your life for.
Love is when he is hungry and you feed him. Love is knowing when he is hungry.
Not bombs nor my broken heart can take away from me walking barefoot with you in jasmine June through the Field of Mars.
You will find a way to live without me. You will find a way to live for both of us,? Alexander said to Tatiana as the swelling Kama River flowed from the Ural Mountains through a pine village named Lazarevo, once when they were in love, and young.
I saved you for me.
I don’t want this life to end,” said Alexander. “The good, the bad, the everything, the very old, to ever end.
He sent you to redeem me, to comfort me, and to heal me – and that’s just so far,” he added with a smile.
I didn’t know how to live my life, and suddenly I was thrust into it and had no choice but to live it.
We’ve had a minute, Tatiana thought. We had our minutes on the bus. And at Kirov. We had our minutes in Lugo. And in the Summer Garden. Breathless minutes, we had. What we want, she thought, keeping herself from welling up, is eternity.
It wasn’t this soldier’s uniform that affected her, and it wasn’t his looks. It was the way he had stared at her from across the street, separated from her by ten meters of concrete, a bus, and the electric wires of the tram line.
She hadn’t meant to do it. Falling this crashingly in love with Spencer didn’t take Lily by accident. It took her by storm.
I know how it works, Esther. I graduated from Harvard.” “Book-smart, but life-stupid,” said Esther.
Dear God, Tatiana prayed in bed that night, turning to the wall and pulling the white sheet and the thin brown blanket over herself. If You are there somewhere, please teach me how to hide what I never knew how to show.
Memory – that fiend, that cruel enemy of comfort.
Tania, there is so much still ahead of you. Be patient with life.
Please stop looking at me, she thought, afraid of his eyes and terrified of her own heart.
The power you have over someone who loves you is greater than any other power you’ll ever have.
Tania, last time in Morozovo, I let you go, but not this time. This time we live together or we die together.