Wolves mated for life. Where was he? Where was the echo to her howl, her mate? Was there no other lone wolf, searching the hills for her?

..and she loved him in that hidden place, where only the Soul knows the secrets of the heart...

You can’t dance with me in the day and sleep in his arms at night. You can’t have the sun and moon at the same time. Unless there’s an eclipse.

Anja? What is to tell? Everywhere I look I'm seeing Anja... From my good eye, from my glass eye, if they're open or they're close, always I'm thinking on Anja.

Our love is perfect. Even though we may not be, our love creates a bridge that spans over our imperfections and joins us where it matters.

Why should you think that I should woo in scorn?
Scorn and derision never come in tears:
Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born,
In their nativity all truth appears.
How can these things in me seem scorn to you,
Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true?