Quotes from Paullina Simons

Her once twinkling green eyes set deep into the pale features looked as if they were the only ghastly crystal barriers between strangers and her soul.

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.

But I'm telling you, something happens to beautiful people. They think that something extra is owed to them by life, by God, by all the people around them. They think their life has to be better, more dramatic, happier—in color, not black and white.

Come on," he said quietly, bending to her and lifting her whole into his arms. He carried her inside. After setting her down next to the sink, he crushed five trays of ice into it and filled it with cold water. Tatiana thought he was going to tell her to put her face into it, and was about to meekly impotently protest—when Alexander submerged his own head into the ice.

Time. It was just a human invention. Like numbers. Like measuring things. Just something humans invented to make life a little easier, to order life into manageable blocks, to ease their minds around unmanageable things, to help them with infinity.

This wasn't a way of getting over a passing crush on your older sister's swain. This was the moon of Jupiter and the sun of Venus aligning in the sky over her head.

What strength he once possessed had left his body and gone to a tiny girl with freckles.

I know how it works, Esther. I graduated from Harvard." "Book-smart, but life-stupid," said Esther.

Daughters are supposed to be friends to their mothers in their old age.

Simply, this is what she believed: she believed that the universe showed each of us certain things, that it made certain things open. Many people lived a peace life with nothing ever happening to them. But into some families other things fell. Some families were afflicted with random tragedies - car accidents, plane accidents, hang gliding accidents, bus crashes, knifing, drownings, scarves getting caught under the wheels of their Rolls Royces, breaking their necks.

Hello, Tatiana. I'm Alexander. Have we met before?

The anecdote was funny, but as my father gazed across the river at the university of his youth, his Russian life was in his eyes.

Through the smoke she could feel bodies around her. Hot and faint, she felt for them with her hands. The gunfire came from right outside the door, but when the lattice beam fell from the ceiling, all sounds faded away, all faded away, and there was no more fear. Only regret was left. Regret for Alexander.

Alexander was suffocating under the weight of his love.

It was a perfect day. For five minutes there was no war, and it was just a glorious Sunday in a Leningrad June. When Tatiana looked up from her ice cream, she saw a soldier staring at her from across the street.

You're to need a lot more strength when you hear what I'm about to you

Everyone feels that way, that we will never stop loving someone, that we will never love anyone else, that we can never feel more than we do right now, but yet... we do, somehow, stop loving. We do get over it. Don't we? We have to. We must. Otherwise, how could we go on?

The struggle doesn't end just because you know the way. That's when it's only beginning.

She lived so much inside the balloon of her desires that she didn't want the needles of reality puncturing her carefully crafted, multi-coloured fragile daydream palloncino.

I can't do it," Tatiana said "I can't walk down the streets of our life with you." "I know." They turned back to the reflections in the mirror.

Tatiana... Tatiana... Ta... tiana... —Calla, por favor. —No lo olvides. Dondequiera que estés, si puedes mirar al cielo y ver la constelación de Verseo, si ves su sonrisa y oyes cómo el viento estelar susurra tu nombre, sabrás que te estoy llamando para que vuelvas a Lazarevo. —No tendrás que llamarme, soldado —dice Tatiana, apoyando la cara en el brazo deAlexander—. Nunca me iré de aquí.

Enséñame a ocultar aquello que nunca he sabido mostrar

Tatiana hugged him and said, "And here's mine: 'Honey, what do you prefer—my beautiful body or my beautiful face?'" "Your sense of humor," returned Alexander, holding her to him until she couldn't breathe.

Tania." Her voice was soothing. "There is a second love. And a third love. And if you're lucky, a fourth and a fifth, too.