Character: Annie

- You road post, "she says," the pole on the roadside. You calmly inform her entire life going to report that to Melena twenty-seven kilometres and Montargis is forty-two. That's why you are necessary for me.

What a pity he didn't wait for an answer: I would try to explain, and perhaps he would even understand. In the end, is there anything more important than love? For the Soul love is the meaning of existence. It is love that always was and will be my answer.

They were monsters, but even monsters can be justified.

Painfully to look him in the eye and see there the sentence.

A lot has changed, but that's through I can't step over. You've got your principles and I have mine.

Why am I so desperately needed that love? Now that I have found, one thing became clear: despite all the danger and pain, it was worth it.

- Most people have a short life span. You have so little time.
And you don't think that you need to complete to use this time? Live while you live.

This love was tricky; it had no hard-and-fast rules-it might be given for free, as with Jamie, or earned through time and hard work, as with Ian, or completely and heartbreakingly unattainable, as with Jared.
Human love, insidious, did not recognize the rules: sometimes it gave just - as happened with Jamie; sometimes to her to deserve this, took time and hard work - for example, Ian; and sometimes it can't be achieved by any efforts, and this hopeless love heartbroken - Jared.

I thought you can radiate hate or death. How wrong I was. Well, Yes, I really believed that there is "Hatred" that descends on the people and exalts them over himself. And in fact I did it myself - I hate, I love. But every I is always the same, a mess, and it stretches, stretches... and all so similar that you wonder just why people invented names for some differences.

People could so vehemently hate what they loved, perhaps, passionately and fervently...

To see you - if it is about this need I have, of course not. You, you know, there's nothing particularly pleasing to the eye. But I need to see you live in the world and that you have not changed. You as a platinum meter that is stored somewhere, not in Paris, not here. I don't think anyone ever wanted to see him.

My heart trembled and huddled... I wanted to laugh at himself. My mother's favorite, Jared was going to kill me.

If it will dig a grave in the wilderness, let me be buried with him.

I love you, - I whispered.
- You make it sound like goodbye.
I really said goodbye...