It always amazes me how when we’re sure we’ve lost something for good, it winds up finding us.

I try to keep the happy memories. If that's what you call selective memories, I'm good with that.

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'm always surprised by how many people give up before they enter the room. They buy into the hype - that there are so many more qualified applicants, that no one's hiring - and assume they're not going to get the job. You've got to go into every interview believing this is the one you're going to nail.

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

It always amazes me how when we’re sure we’ve lost something for good, it winds up finding us.

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.