We never can just stop time. Or take moments back. Life doesn't work that way, does it?

You can't be anything but who you are. I wouldn't love you the same if you stopped being you. How do I change enough to accept that ruthless streak in you.

I just want some time, Mikhail, to think things through. It’s frightening, the way I am about you. I think about you every minute; I want to touch you, just to know I can, to feel you beneath my fingers. It’s as if you crawled into my head and my heart, even my body, and I can’t get you out.

Today's my wedding day, Mom," he said softly aloud. "I'm marrying the woman I always told you I would someday.

The trouble is not really in being alone, it's being lonely. One can be lonely in the midst of a crowd, don't you think?

They're spreading out. Look unaware and sweet and innocent. It's a little hard to look innocent when I'm as big as a house.

I have one thing you don't,' he murmured against her neck, turning his head and nipping her earlobe. 'What?' His tongue teased her ear. 'Brute strength,' he whispered and removed the keys from her hand even as he captured her mouth with his. He didn't let her up until she kissed him back thoroughly, until her arms slid around his neck and she melted into him. He drove the truck with great satisfaction, smirking at her. 'Manly man, here, woman.