Please stop looking at me, she thought, afraid of his eyes and terrified of her own heart.

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.

And then, because she was Tatiana and because she couldn’t help herself, and because he wouldn’t have it any other way, she ran to him and was in his arms.

They had no past. They had no future. They just were.

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

Love is when he is hungry and you feed him. Love is knowing when he is hungry.

This is days and days and months and years and all the minutes in between, just you me.