Just because things don't work out, it doesn't mean there aren't other people you can't love. Love is too big a thing for you to go without it in life.

I'm like a fine wine. I get better with age. The best is yet to come.

No," Dimitri interrupted gently. He moved his face toward mine, our foreheads nearly touching. "It won't happen to you. You're too strong. You'll fight it, just like you did this time." "I only did because you were here." He wrapped his arms around me, and I buried my face in his chest. "I can't do it by myself," I whispered. "You can," he said. There was a tremulous note in his voice. "You're strong—you're so, so strong. It's why I love you.

Since...since when?" I finally managed to ask. "Since...forever." His tone implied the answer was obvious.

How was it that Adrian Ivashkov, who never seemed to take anything seriously was the only one among these "responsible" people who paid attention to such small details? How was he the only one to really understand the magnitude of what I was feeling?

Bless you, daugher of man.

Feel guilty. Mourn this. But move on. Don't let it destroy you. Forgive yourself.