Love is always enough.

I belong where you belong

I could never regret you. Us

Because the reward is worth the risk.

Don't be logical. You know I hate that.

I don't want to hurt you," he said. "Too late.

Even a blind squirrel finds an acorn sometimes.

You're not someone I could forget," he murmured.

Love me. Be with me." "That's enough?" "That's plenty.

Never ignore the feelings that don't seem to make sense.

I think experienced makes me sound like an aging hooker.

You need to learn to accept your flaws and forgive yourself.

It's okay to screw up. It's what we do afterward that defines us.

Doing what’s right isn’t supposed to hurt someone you care about.

I don't know why she picked me, but she did and I'm not letting go.

What do you mean she left me the embryos? I'm supposed to get the cat.

They say people who don’t learn from history are destined to repeat it.

Grief manifests differently in different people. We all get through things in our own time.

To the stupidity of men, " Dakota said, raising a glass. "And my brother, who is their king.

Trust others to do the right thing. If you can't do that, trust yourself to survive what happens.

The ability to hurt someone is usually in direct proportion to how much that person cares about you.

Marry me, Gracie. Marry me and let me take care of you. Let me love you and prove it each and every day.

He looked at her. "I will miss you, Montana. For the first time in my life, I'll regret leaving someone behind.

Because sometimes when things are going really well, we find the one thing we're pretending we're not looking for.

Sometimes you have to accept how things are. You can make it easy on yourself, or you can make it hard. The choice is yours.

I know that's an endorsement I've been waiting for," Skye added. "Perfectly adequate in bed. They should make that into a T-shirt

I didn't want to hurt you," she blurted. "I never wanted to be someone you would regret. I'm not afraid for me. I'm afraid for you.

When did you get all insightful?" he asked. "I have no idea," Josh admitted. "I don't like it." "Me, either. Makes me feel like a girl. Don't tell anyone." (Ethan and Josh)

You’re only responsible for yourself, Jess. And that’s the only person you can control. Other people will either get it or they won’t but you can’t define yourself by their opinions.

It's about risking everything. Putting your heart on the line, even when you don't know what's going to happen. It's risking having the person you love rip it out and stomp all over it in public.

That's what women specialize in-demanding every scrap of humanity we have. Our hearts, our souls and our balls. You can fight it, my friend, but I've learned it's a whole lot smarter to hand it all over quietly. They're going to win in the end and if you resist, you only end up having to beg more.

The worst part is the unknown. The pain of being alone, the loneliness, is familiar. You've dealt with that. You understand it. But loving someone, risking everything, is unknown. There's no way to know how bad it's going to be. You barely survive the pain of being alone, so how can you deal with anything worse? So you don't bother to try.

How lovely." The old lady sighed. "An office romance. I always wanted an office romance. Of course I never really had a job, which made the situation more challenging. Oh, I worked on an assembly line during World War II, but there weren't very many men around and as my husband was off serving his country, an office romance would have been unpatriotic, don't you think?--Mrs. Ford

Where's Lori?" he asked when he saw the nurse wasn't there. "She's not avoiding me, is she?" His grandmother slipped off her glasses, put down her book and stared at him. "Amazingly enough, the whole world doesn't revolve around you, Reid. Lori's sister is sick and Lori took her to the doctor. She'll be back in an hour or so. Can you survive on your own until then, or should I call 9-1-1 for emergency assistance?

He moved toward her and cupped her face in his hands. "You are so beautiful that sometimes it hurts just to look at you. Your eyes are a thousand shades of brown and gold with hints of blue and green." He touched her cheekbones with thumbs. "Your freckles are like the girl-next-door fantasy brought to life. Your mouth is sexy and soft and when you smile, the world seems like a better place. Swear you'll never change anything. Swear it.

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