This is the part where I kiss you.
Tucker: Why would you tell me now if it's against the rules? Clara: Because I love you.
Tucker strokes my hair. There's something so tender about the gesture. It might as well have been him whispering I love you.
You are going to love the sports here. Snow skiing and water-skiing and rock climbing and all kinds of extreme sports. I give you full permission to hurl yourself off stuff.
I'll never forget the way he tastes. It's not anything I can describe, a little sweet and a whole lot of spice, and it feels, in that moment, absolutely right.
I am amazed at how being with him changes everything for me, socially speaking.
Shall I compare thee to a barrel of apples? Though art more hairy, but sweeter inside. Rough winds couldn't keep me from taking you to chapel, Where finally a horse could take a bride...
You and I have a connection that nothing, not on heaven or earth, or even hell, could ever break. If you want to talk to me, talk to me. I’ll hear you…
There's nothing more inspiring than the complexity and beauty of the human heart.
He wanted to tell her she'd have more room if she'd just get rid of her books, but he supposed that in her case, it would be like telling a mother she'd have more room if she threw out her children.
