When I was growing up, 'Anna Karenina' was one of my favourite books.

And that's my point: all great things worth having require great sacrifice worth giving.

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.

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.

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

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

Alexander knew that before he had light instead of darkness, he had to deserve light instead of darkness.