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

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.

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

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.

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.

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