Quotes from Paullina Simons

You looked at me like I broke your heart, yet I didn't know you at all.

Do you remember what you're supposed to do now? Kiss the palm of your hand and press it against your heart.

What, what? What do you need, son?" Alexander kept saying. Anthony's only arm was around his father's shoulder. "A fucking cigarette.

It's hard to accept that the person we love will not change. [...] Not in this life. And possibly not in any other. Our love is so strong that we think it can change things. It can change the world, can beat back death, can change the man we love. [...] Because our love has changed us.

She is smoke herself, her skin translucent crepe paper, once real, now an ashen vapor.

Are you worried? About moving to Russia?" She smiled. "No, mio caro figlio. I'm not worried either." She kissed him. "My lovely, living boy," she said, kissing him between each word. "My hope"—kiss—"my happiness"—kiss—"my love, my life, my joy." Kiss, kiss, kiss.

Tania…where did you get all those freckles?" he asked softly. "I know, they're so annoying. It's the sun," she replied, blushing and touching her face as if wanting to scrub off the freckles that covered the bridge of her nose and spread in sprinkles under her eyes. Please stop looking at me, she thought, afraid of his eyes and terrified of her own heart. "What about your blonde hair?" he continued, just as softly. "Is that the sun, too?

That's why no one has abandoned London. They are all fragments of a city. They're part of something, they belong to something whole. If they leave, pieces will go missing.

If they had stayed together for years, and he went off to war, and when he came back, their house had burned down, and she was gone, and he searched for her across the scorched South, and when he finally found her, he took her in his arms and pressed her to his lips. [...] He might say, I have searched behind the sun for you, at the bottom of the earth for you. [...] He might say, my love , I have found you again.

For you, nothing is ever enough. Your hunger for love is so great and the hole so unfilled that everything gets swallowed up inside.

Alexander non aveva dubbi: qualunque fosse la sua vita, Tatiana non lo aveva dimenticato.

These three things:the smell of Shepelevo, the smell of the Metro and the taste of creme brulee ice cream. The essence of my childhood in Russia.

Dopo Coconut Grove scoprirono finalmente cosa preferivano, quello di cui avevano più bisogno: semplicemente di loro tre, in una trinità malconcia ma intatta.

War was like weather – always something to talk about.

There was no Alexander anymore; the man he knew had died and was reborn inside a perfect heart, given to him straight from God, to him and for him.

Eres una mentirosa! –vociferó Alexandr–. Te lo prohíbo. Te prohíbo que vayas a buscarles la comida. Devuélveles las cartillas y diles que vayan ellas a buscarse su maldita comida. No quiero que vayas nunca más a buscarles el pan si son incapaces de guardarte un poco de la comida que traigo. Tatiana

Sólo los muertos han visto el fin de la guerra».

La Unión Soviética había resultado ser una tierra de pobreza compartida. El comunismo no funcionaba en Rusia tan bien como se esperaba precisamente porque era Rusia. Hubiera funcionado a lo grande en Estados Unidos, pensó Harold. Aquél era el lugar para el comunismo.

He soaped her like he loved her, held her like he loved her, loved her like he loved her.

Tatiana had always thought she would not make a very good Communist. She liked Mikhail Zoshchenko's stories too much.

Attraversa la strada. Seguila. E darà un senso alla tua esistenza.

Despite the most meticulous planning and organisation, there is no successful way out of any difficult situation without the hand of god.

What were you doing fighting with me at Kirov, knowing all this was stacked against us? Raging against my fate.

We will call him Anthony Alexander Barrington. After my father and brother. We'll call him Alexander.