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

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.

Because the reward is worth the risk.

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

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

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

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