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A mother's heart has the gift of foresight.

Andrei wasn't just ideal - he was unique. I didn't need the rest of the world when I had him; you could disappear into him and forget who you were.

Arina still remembered his hands holding her tight, not letting her escape.

Being tired is a luxury that a working woman can't afford, which is why I did my best to keep it together, to maintain an impossible juggling act: work, shopping, phone calls - endless, endless phone calls.

Compared with infinity, nothing has any meaning.

Do I care about pleasure? Yes. But I don't believe in happiness.

Especially considering that she was already here, fully intending on giving herself to this extraordinary, handsome, outrageous man who was so hard to leave.

Happiness is only for those who have never experienced pleasure.

Happiness is only for those who have never experienced pleasure. There is an eternal war between these two gods, and the first one is only winning until the second one shows up. And when it shows up from around the corner, with bared shoulders and lips swollen from all the kissing, happiness is being put aside like a book that' open in the middle, to finish it later when it rains and there's nothing else to do.

Hatred is a nightmare from which you can't wake up.

He didn't like personal questions. But, to be fair, he never really asked them either.

He knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted to buy her for two months. He wanted her to have an orgasm on the plane, in full view of everyone.

He knew that Arina didn't have underwear on and his eyes reminded her of it every second.

Her entire previous life had left her absolutely unprepared for this day. Or rather for this morning.

Her pale face with inviting bright red, slightly swollen lips, her surprisingly delicate, feminine look, full of compassion, and her bottomless blue eyes - a young, tear-stained fairytale face.

He seemed to be playing hide and seek with himself. It was impossible to understand what he wanted, why he ran after her there, in the street.

He studied her tastes and reactions - in food, sex, or music - as if he were drawing a map of the continent that he had just discovered.

He wanted Arina This thought filled her body with happiness. She was crazy!

He was a true danger incarnate. He was one of those men that the mothers advised their daughters to stay away from.

He was destroying her, blatantly invading her very feminine essence, but why did it feel so right?

He was sure: no one had ever caused her to feel that before. It felt like playing with fire.

His hands worked magic but his heart was cold as ice.

I believe in the unity of souls because I've seen it. I remember how my grandfather and grandmother lived together. But as for the rest, I know perfectly well how it will go, and how it will end.

I needed to know that he was suffering without me.

In general, Mark was right; love was a business predestined for failure. I should have poked my head out of the sand in time and asked whether my husband loved me or not.

It felt as if her own body betrayed her. Her body wanted this vicious and cynical man so badly that it was willing to respond to his every need.

It happened. For the first second or two, his lips are so gentle, relaxed, and slow that the kiss seems to be frozen in time and space.

It's hard for a woman to respect a man who refuses to take any action to solve his problems.

It's not too late to run, my dear Snow White. You're acting like I'm taking you to hell where the devil is going to burn you alive on a frying pan.

I've already let you go twice. I'm not going to do it the third time. You know that, right?

I was going to be sick soon. I had certainly done some damage to the body while trying to numb the heart.

Looking at him felt like a torment. Her heart was beating faster with every second, trying to jump out of her chest. Fear and desire, before unknown, were coming over her like strong, powerful waves, breaking somewhere below her waist.

Ruining the life of little innocent girls goes against my principles, my dear Snow White.

She literally freezes on the spot with shame and desire, letting go even further.

She wanted to love him so much that it was almost unbearable.

She was submissive to him. She resigned herself to her fate and was waiting for him to tell her what to do next.

Slamming the door as hard as you could was practically a family tradition in our house.

Something always prevents married women from getting a good night's sleep.

Sometimes I think that people are like stars or planets in the sky. Near each other, but unable to reach out and touch one another, even though they're sharing the same orbit. Spinning through the darkness so close together, they only see the outlines of unfamiliar figures. And they strain with all their might to reach each other, but gravity forces them into circle after circle of pointless motion in empty space.

Sometimes it seems to me that everything I have is chronic. My whole life is a chronic condition.

Thank God I don't love you!

The elevator doors opened and Arina saw their reflection. She was stricken. Maxim, tall, irresistibly handsome and grown-up, a bit tired dressed casually but smart, looked out of place standing next to a ridiculously looking, scared and scruffy girl wearing a tank top and sneakers.

The only thing remaining was to hang Arina in the Louvre like the Mona Lisa and forget that she was alive.

There are no 'shoulds' and 'ought to haves' in life.

There's a certain term - existential loneliness- which describes the loneliness that you can feel no matter how many people you are with, no matter how close you are to them or how much they love you; when you understand that you are completely alone in this world.

They say that when people stop loving each other, they become indifferent. Is that what we were - indifferent?

They say time heals. They also say that time and work heal three times faster.

True art must hurt. Who said that?

Two months and then he'll find another toy? Nellie was right. What is going to happen to me after?

Was he just a psycho as she suspected? He was definitely eccentric, that's for sure. A handsome, gray-eyed psycho with messy auburn hair.