I am supposed to be where I go.
Tania, last time in Morozovo, I let you go, but not this time. This time we live together or we die together.
I love you breathlessly, my amazing man.
I love you. I'm blind for you, wild for you. Sick with you. I told you that our first night together when I asked you to marry me, I am telling you now. Everything that's happened to us, everything, is because I crossed the street for you. I worship you. You know that through and through.
Dear God, Tatiana prayed in bed that night, turning to the wall and pulling the white sheet and the thin brown blanket over herself. If You are there somewhere, please teach me how to hide what I never knew how to show.
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.
If there is God, I thought. . . Please some day let me make love to this girl while she wears that dress. " "Oh. . . " "Tatiasha. . . isn't it nice to know there is a God?
Next time I see you, remind me not to talk to you.
So is the savage buffalo, especially delighting in dark places, where he can wallow in the mud and slake his thirst without much trouble; and here also we find the wild pig.
The sermon of your life in tough times ministers to people more powerfully than the most eloquent speaker.
Shall it any longer be said that a science [geology], which unfolds such abundant evidence of the Being and Attributes of God, can reasonably be viewed in any other light than as the efficient Auxiliary and Handmaid of Religion?