“All you ever see are your faults.” He says, “You point out tired eyes and forced smiles, and weak knees that fall over too many times too often. You call yourself selfish and mean and angry and cruel.”

“But I look in your eyes and I see stories.” He tells her, “I see fire and passion and intensity behind the dim glow; and I see someone who is dying to feel happy.

"Goddamnit.” He grabs her hands and pulls her in, “I swear if you could see yourself the way I do you would never be sad again. If you loved yourself the way I do, you’d never think for a second to doubt me.”