Love is when he is hungry and you feed him. Love is knowing when he is hungry. Paullina Simons More Quotes by Paullina Simons More Quotes From Paullina Simons They had no past. They had no future. They just were. Paullina Simons past We’ll meet again in Lvov, my love and I…” Tatiana hums, eating her ice cream, in our Leningrad, in jasmine June, near Fontanka, the Neva, the Summer Garden, where we are forever young. Paullina Simons garden june summer Ask yourself these three questions, Tatiana Metanova, and you will know who you are. Ask: what do you believe in? What do you hope for? But most important - ask: what do you love? ... I know who I am, she thought, taking his hand and turning to the altar. I am Tatiana. And I believe in, and hope for, and love Alexander for life. Paullina Simons who-i-am believe hands If I can live through this, he thought, I can live through anything. If I can live through this, I WILL live through anything. Paullina Simons i-can ifs And that's my point: all great things worth having require great sacrifice worth giving. Paullina Simons great-things sacrifice giving You have to keep your audience in your mind; if you're writing stuff that you know nobody's going to care about then you should rethink what you're doing! Paullina Simons care mind writing Please don't die," she whispered. "I don't think I can bury you. I already buried everyone else." "How can I die," Alexander said, his voice breaking, "when you have poured your immortal blood into me? Paullina Simons voice blood thinking Tatiana: "Why did we spend two days fighting when we could have been doing this?" Alexander: "That wasn't fighting, Tatiana. That was foreplay. Paullina Simons could-have-been fighting two ....and when Tatiana lifted her glistening eyes to him, Alexander was looking down at her with his I’ll-get-on-the-bus-for-you-anytime face. Paullina Simons gorgeous eye faces I'm not hungry," Alexander whispered. "I'm famished. Watch out for me. Now, don't make a single sound," he said, moving on top of her. "Tania, God....I'll cover your mouth, just like this, and you hold on to me, just like this, and I'm going to-just like this- Paullina Simons sound watches moving Alexander to Tatiana: I love you as much as it is possible for a man to love a woman. Paullina Simons love-you men You are my hand grenade, my artillery fire. You have replaced my heart with yourself. Paullina Simons fire heart hands Tatiana...you and I had only one moment..." said Alexander. "A single moment in time, in your time and mine...one instant, when another life could have still been possible." He kissed her lips. "Do you know what I'm talking about?" When Tatiana looked up from her ice cream, she saw a soldier staring at her from across the street. "I know that moment," whispered Tatiana. Paullina Simons ice-cream soldier talking Courage, Alexander,” she whispered. “Courage, Tatiana. Paullina Simons War was the ultimate chaos, a pounding, soul-destroying snarl, ending in blown-apart men lying unburied on the cold earth. There was nothing more cosmically chaotic than war. Paullina Simons men war lying Daughters are supposed to be friends to their mothers in their old age. Paullina Simons daughter age mother Tatiana, I love you. Do you hear me? I love you like I’ve never loved anyone in my whole life. Now, get up. For me, Tatia. For me, please get up and go take care of your sister. Go on. And I’ll take care of you.” His lips kissed her cheek. Paullina Simons care goes-on love-you Falling in love with you in the Summer Garden in the white nights in Leningrad is the moment that propels me through life. Paullina Simons falling-in-love summer love-you Thank you," she whispered, "for keeping yourself alive, soldier." "You're welcome," he whispered back. Paullina Simons welcome alive soldier Where was he, her Alexander, of once? Was he truly gone? The Alexander of the Summer Garden, of their first Lazarevo days, of the hat in his hands, white toothed, peaceful, laughing, languid, stunning Alexander, had he been left far behind? Well, Tatiana supposed that was only right. For Alexander believed his Tatiana of once was gone, too. The swimming child Tatiana of the Luga, of the Neva, of the River Kama. Perhaps on the surface they were still in their twenties, but their hearts were old. Paullina Simons summer heart children
