Quotes from Paullina Simons

When I was in Colditz, that impenetrable fortress, whittling away my life, I wanted to know this." "Looks like you're still there, Shura." "No," he said. "I'm in New York, a fly on the wall, trying to see you without me.

She knew that alexander was sitting on the bench by the house slightly behind her, and that he was watching her. he was doing that more and more often. Watching her as he smoked. And smoked. And smoked.

How do you manage?" she asked in a low voice. "How do you manage to carry your weapon, to stand guard, to go and fight, to be strong for all of us?" "I give you," said Alexander, glancing at her, "what you need most from me.

Shura," she whispered. "I'm going to have a baby." At first she didn't think Alexander heard her, he was mute so long. "You what?" he said in horror. "I'm going to have a baby," she mouthed, her shoulders quaking, her swollen lips quivering.

Never forget where you came from, Gina Attaviano, Alessandro said to her before he died. Then it will always be easy.

What little I had was all for you. It was you who was everybody else's. But I was only yours.

Hay un momento, un instante en la eternidad. Antes de descubrir la verdad el uno sobre el otro. Ese simple momento es el que nos impulsa a través de la vida - cuando nos sentimos como si estamos en el borde de nuestro futuro, de pie sobre el abismo, antes de saber a ciencia cierta que amamos. Antes de saber a ciencia cierta que amamos para siempre.

Harry nearly prayed it wasn't one of her friends who smelled like the beach and books and brine. He inhaled when they stopped for the light, and was simultaneously relieved and agitated to realize, no, it was her.

No. You didn't start with me. I came to you because you already had yourself

He heard bombs exploding like fireworks, and as if in a dream his father's face flashed before him, wanting to know what Alexander was doing near death's door before it was his time. He said, "Dad, I'm going for her.

I want to meet this one," he said. "I need to meet the girl who has taken our wandering Alexander's horse and cart.

Wir gehen allein durch diese Welt, doch wen wir großes Glück haben, dürfen wir einen Augeblick lenag jemandem gehören, jemandem der uns durch die Einsamkeit trägt, die ein Legen lang andauert! Und für eine Minute habe ich ihn noch einmal berührt, in der Abenddämerung, und mir sind rote Flügel gewachsen, ich war wieder jung im Sommergarten. Ich hatte wieder Hoffnung und das ewige Leben.

Do you need me to com ewith you? She'll need a stretcher," Kashnikov said. "No she won't," said Alexander. "iI'll carry her myself.

Well, Alexander thought, any minute now, one of the girls he had carelessly discarded was going to come by the barracks with a gun and blow his brains out and on his tombstone the epitaph would read, "Here lies Alexander, who couldn't remember the name of any girl he had fucked.

Awash in a flood of hostility and despair, they battled and railed and shattered their bodies on one another, unable to find one strand, one sobering swallow of solace.

To lead a life so wholly happy, so wholly unexamined that she could be dying, could be betrayed, could be besieged on all sides and never even know it.

I found my true love on the banks of the river Kama," whispered Alexander, staring at her. "I found my true love on Ulitsa Saltykov-Schedrin, while I sat on a bench eating ice cream." "You didn't find me. You weren't even looking for me. I found you." Long pause. "Alexander, were you…looking for me?" "All my life.

Hold your head high, and if you're going to go down, go down knowing you have not in any way compromised your soul.

I have maybe a half-hour before the next surgery. Want to go and get a cup of coffee?" What I want is to meander eight kilometres down the canals with you from Kirov to your Fifth Soviet door. I want to get on the tram with you, the bus with you, sit in the Italian Gardens with you. That is what I want. I will take the cup of coffee in your hospital cafeteria.

All great things worth having require great sacrifice worth giving.

Yes. It was Tatiana, not specter but matter. She was measurable. His little Newton had mass and occupied space. A small finite matter in infinite space. That is what math gave him—principles of design that tied together the boundless universe. That is why he measured her. Because she was order.

To live as a child in a world without time – not in infinity, but in eternity, what a joy. To never count your minutes. To just be – in the eternal present. What bliss.

En el tapiz de la existencia de Alexander había un único hilo que no podría romperse con la muerte, el dolor, la distancia, el tiempo, la guerra o el comunismo. «No hay nada capaz de romperlo —susurró Tatiana. Y con su aliento, su cuerpo y sus labios, añadió—: Mientras yo esté en el mundo, mientras respire, tú perdurarás, soldado.»

If You are there somewhere, please teach me how to hide what I never knew how to show.