Tania, there is so much still ahead of you. Be patient with life Paullina Simons More Quotes by Paullina Simons More Quotes From Paullina Simons I want you to know that should something happen to me, don’t worry about my body. My soul isn’t going to return to it, nor to God. It’s flying straight to you, where it knows it can find you, in Lazarevo. I want to be neither with kings nor heroes, but with the queen of Lake Ilmen. Paullina Simons queens kings hero He came over in long purposeful strides, sat at the edge of her bed, and in a tender, possessive gesture wiped the lipstick off her lips. “What is that?” he asked. “All the other girls wear it,” Tatiana said, quickly wiping her mouth, breathless at the sight of him. “Including Dasha.” “Well, I don’t want you to have anything on your lovely face,” he said, stroking her cheeks. “God knows, you don’t need it. Paullina Simons girl sight long Tatiana realized she was too young to hide well what was in her heart but old enough to know that her heart was in her eyes. Paullina Simons eye enough heart You have amazing gifts. Don't squander them. Don't give them out meaninglessly, don't abuse them, don't take them for granted. You are the weapon you carry with you till the day you die. -Tatiana and Alexander Paullina Simons abuse weapons giving I tend to be a great optimist when it comes to the United States and the American way of life, I think precisely because I wasn't born into it. Paullina Simons united-states way thinking The sunshine filtered in through the billowing white curtains. Tatiana knew there would be only an instant, a brief flicker of time that bathed her with the possibilities of the day. In a moment it would all be gone. And in a moment it was. Still...that sun streaking through the room, the distant rumble of buses through the open window, the slight wind. This was the part of Sunday that Tatiana loved most: the beginning. Paullina Simons sunshine sunday white I don't want this life to end," said Alexander. "The good, the bad, the everything, the very old, to ever end. Paullina Simons this-life ends want 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. Paullina Simons shattered despair body Love is, to be loved,” said Alexander, “in return. Paullina Simons return said love-is Tatiana and the soldier were having a silence Paullina Simons silence soldier When I was growing up, 'Anna Karenina' was one of my favourite books. Paullina Simons favourite growing-up book I wish I could spend six years writing one novel. Paullina Simons wish writing years I was blinded by stupidity for a brief moment in our life, for a flicker in the eternity in which you and I live, and I stumbled. Paullina Simons stupidity moments eternity I have a certain sensibility that I bring to my writing that comes from knowing two things: what I as a reader like to read, and what as a writer I am capable of. I know my own limits. I know there are things I cannot do. Paullina Simons knowing writing two There is a very definite Russian heart in me; that never dies. I think you're born and you live your life with it and you die with it. I'm very much an American - my books tend to be about American things, but inside there's that sort of tortured, long-suffering, aching, constantly analysing Russian soul underneath the happy American exterior. Paullina Simons heart book thinking Alexander tilted his head and kissed her deeply on the lips. He let go of her hands, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself against him. They kissed as if in a fever... they kissed as if the breath were leaving their bodies. Paullina Simons leaving letting-go hands With my writing, because I live it, I have to be consumed by it, and that means you have to forget your other life, which is constantly pulling you from your work. Paullina Simons forget-you writing mean Tatiana had imagined her Alexander since she was a child, before she believed that someone like him was even possible. When she was a little girl, she dreamed of a fine world in which a good man walked its winding roads, perhaps somewhere in his wandering soul searching for her. Paullina Simons girl men children A bus came. The soldier turned away from her and walked toward it. Tatiana watched him. Even his walk was from another world; the step was too sure, the stride too long, yet somehow it all seemed right, looked right, felt right. It was like stumbling on a book you thought you had lost. Ah, yes, there it is. Paullina Simons soldier long book Each day brought just another minute of the things they could not leave behind. Jane Barrington sitting on the train coming back to Leningrad from Moscow, holding on to her son, knowing she had failed him, crying for Alexander, wanting another drink, and Harold, in his prison cell, crying for Alexander, and Yuri Stepanov on his stomach in the mud in Finland, crying for Alexander, and Dasha in the truck, on the Ladoga ice, crying for Alexander, and Tatiana on her knees in the Finland marsh, screaming for Alexander, and Anthony, alone with his nightmares, crying for his father. Paullina Simons knowing father son
