Please stop looking at me, she thought, afraid of his eyes and terrified of her own heart. — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
You are my hand grenade, my artillery fire. You have replaced my heart with yourself. — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
“To lead a life so wholly happy, so wholly unexamined that she could be dying, could be betrayed, could be besieged on… — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
“She lived so much inside the balloon of her desires that she didn't want the needles of reality puncturing her carefully crafted,… — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
Tatiana realized she was too young to hide well what was in her heart but old enough to know that her heart… — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
Tatiana said. "Go on with Dasha. She is right for you. She is a woman and I'm-" "Blind!", Alexander exclaimed. Tatiana stood,… — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
He stared at her fists and at her face and said with upset incredulity, "You promised me you would forgive me-" "Forgive… — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
“Though outwardly Kristina maintained that a clean room was a symptom of a diseased mind (for how could she, while studying the… — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
Not bombs nor my broken heart can take away from me walking barefoot with you in jasmine June through the Field of… — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
There is a very definite Russian heart in me; that never dies. I think you're born and you live your life with… — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
Alexander, you broke my heart. But for carrying me on your back, for pulling my dying sled, for giving me your last… — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
Where was he, her Alexander, of once? Was he truly gone? The Alexander of the Summer Garden, of their first Lazarevo days,… — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
“You think she needs a chaperone?” When they didn’t answer, the nun tutted disapprovingly. “Let me explain something to you, Mrs. Attaviano, and I… — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
When Tatiana looked up from her ice cream, she saw a soldier staring at her from across the street. — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
“You want to know what I thought of in that boat? I thought, I have to stay alive. Tatiasha will never forgive me.” — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
Tatiana had imagined her Alexander since she was a child, before she believed that someone like him was even possible. When she was a… — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
“Alexander: “First we will send the frontovik into the streets with guns. When they are dead, we will send me, with a tank, like… — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
“Have a joke for me Tania," he says, "I could use a joke." "Hmm." She thinks, looks at him, looks to see where Anthony… — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
I'm going to die with Alexander's hand on my face, Tatiana thought. That is not a bad way to die. I cannot move. I… — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
“They came with their children, for no one left the children behind - it was for the children they had come, wanting to give… — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
We can’t forget that I owe you my life.” She gazed at him. “We can’t forget that I belong to you.” “I like that… — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
“Come on,” he said quietly, bending to her and lifting her whole into his arms. He carried her inside. After setting her down next… — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
Alexander knew that before he had light instead of darkness, he had to deserve light instead of darkness. — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
