Quote

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 sound of that,” Alexander said, hugging her tighter.

Paullina Simons

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Paullina Simons
Age: 61
Born: 1963
Born: January 1
Translator
Writer
St. Petersburg
Hug
Belong
Forget
Sound
Life
Tighter
Like
Hugging
Gazed
Alexander

More quotes by Paullina Simons

Image
He stared at her fists and at her face and said with upset incredulity, You promised me you would forgive me- Forgive you,Tatiana hissed through her teeth, tears streaming down her face, for your brave and indifferent face, Alexander! She groaned in pain. Not for your brave and indifferent heart.
Paullina Simons
Image
Please stop looking at me, she thought, afraid of his eyes and terrified of her own heart.
Paullina Simons
Image
Alexander knew that before he had light instead of darkness, he had to deserve light instead of darkness.
Paullina Simons
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 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
Image
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
Image
In Alexander's life there was one thread that could not be broken by death, by distance, by time, by war. Could not be broken. As long as I am in the world, she said with her breath and her body, as long as I am, you are permanent, soldier.
Paullina Simons
Image
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
Image
But on that sunlit Sunday, Alexander knew nothing, thought nothing, imagined nothing. He forgot Dimitri and war and the Soviet Union and escape plans, and even America, and crossed the street for Tatiana Metanova.
Paullina Simons
Image
Courage, Alexan­der,” she whis­pered. “Courage, Ta­tiana.
Paullina Simons
Image
Thank you, she whispered, for keeping yourself alive, soldier. You're welcome, he whispered back.
Paullina Simons
Image
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
Image
Daughters are supposed to be friends to their mothers in their old age.
Paullina Simons
Image
I love you breathlessly, my amazing man.
Paullina Simons
Image
I know that sometimes the things we carry become too much for us. We are burned down, but somehow we have to pick ourselves up and keep going
Paullina Simons
Image
This is days and days and months and years and all the minutes in between, just you me.
Paullina Simons
Image
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
Image
Not bombs nor my broken heart can take away from me walking barefoot with you in jasmine June through the Field of Mars.
Paullina Simons
Image
Will you remember that? Anywhere you are, if you can look up and find Perseus in the sky, find that smile, and hear the galactic wind whisper your name, you'll know that it's me, calling for you... calling you back to Lazarevo. (Alexander)
Paullina Simons
Image
Ask yourself these three questions, Tatiana Metanova, and you will know who you are. Ask: What do believe in? What do you hope for? What do you love?
Paullina Simons
Image
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