Not bombs nor my broken heart can take away from me walking barefoot with you in jasmine June through the Field of Mars.

Thank you," she whispered, "for keeping yourself alive, soldier." "You're welcome," he whispered back.

Oh Alexander," she said, "what do you want from me..." "Everything!" he whispered fiercely.

We walk alone through this world, but if we're lucky, we have a moment of belonging to something, to someone, that sustains us through a lifetime of loneliness.

Open your eyes, soldier,” Tatiana said fondly, caressing his face.“Are you hungry?” “I was hungry,” Alexander said. “But you fed me.” His body was shaking underneath his sheet.

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

The days of idealism had gone. Only life was left.