I can forgive a man’s past faults, his present shortcomings, and his future failures if every minute of every day he loves me like it’s his religion.

Love isn’t only love, sweetheart. It’s hard work, and trust, and tears, with even a few glimpses of devastation. But at the end of each day, if you can still look at the person at your side and can’t imagine anyone else you’d rather have there, the pain and heartache and the ups and downs of love are worth it.

I'd discovered another of life's cliches by being with jude: the happier you are in life, the faster it passes you by.

Freelance isn't for everyone - you've got to be aggressive and enjoy working alone. But you could make more money than you ever imagined.

Don't underestimate the power of the nonverbal. You'd be amazed how many people come in for interviews with poor posture, weak handshakes, and blank stares.

Ease my suffering. Make me the happiest, most tortured man in the world. Marry me?

Every morning we get a chance to be different. A chance to change. A chance to be better. Your past is your past. Leave it there. Get on with the future part, honey.