Tatiana and the soldier were having a silence

I love you breathlessly, my amazing man.

All good things come to those who wait.

There are some battles, no matter how much you don’t want to fight them, that you just have to fight. That are worth giving your life for.

You are my hand grenade, my artillery fire. You have replaced my heart with yourself.

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

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.

Memory - that fiend, that cruel enemy of comfort.

Tania, there is so much still ahead of you. Be patient with life

Ask yourself these three questions, Tatiana Metanova, and you will know who you are. Ask: What do believe in? What do you hope for? What do you love?

The power you have over someone who loves you is greater than any other power you'll ever have.

The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.

If you want to change the world, pick up your pen and write.

Taking in the good, whenever and wherever we find it, gives us new eyes for seeing and living.

But one way or another competing and weeding takes place . . . or a race goes downhill.

If you don't love what you write, then nobody's going to enjoy reading it.

The deal is that women have entered the workforce, but they have not been relieved of the domestic responsibilities.

You cannot be successful and continue to be a victim.

Do what you love, don't do anything else.

I would have to say I was an excellent student. I was the type to always do my homework and study when I needed to. I never really partied or did anything like that.

You can't blame your opponents for applying a strategy that beats your brains out with regularity.