All my life I've been a coward, running away from the things that I wanted, but I'm done running.

The thing is I was gonna stand here and talk about lost. All of the sudden it feels wrong to talk about lost. All of the sudden I wanna talk about what I gain, what she leave me with. I'm not a person who's lost. I'm a winner, because she was here, she was with me, she loved me and I loved her. I am better for having known her.
Where's the lost in that?

You know what it's like getting up every morning? Feeling hopeless, feeling like the love of your life is waking up with the wrong woman.
But, at the same time, hoping that he still finds happiness, even if it's never going to be with you.

A break up is like a broken mirror. It's better to leave it broken than hurt yourself trying to fix it.

Before you echo 'amen' in your home and place of worship, think and remember a child is listening.

How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on? When in your heart, you begin to understand, there is no going back. There are some things that time cannot mend, some hurts that go too deep... that have taken hold.

Sometimes I wonder... Will God ever forgive us for what we've done to each other?
Then I look around and I realize... God left this place a long time ago.

All you can do in life is try your hardest, if you still can't please them, then they're not worth having in your life.

P: What, Griffin? What are you doing here? Just go, please.
G: I have to say something and it's important, listen to me.
Never listen to me. I mean, I want you just try to forget all that crap I used to tell you, specially all that stuff I told you at the beach; I was wrong about all that.
I was talking to this idiot the other day and, as he look back at me from the mirror, I realize I was right about one thing. There is a answer, and the answer is being with you. I love you, for better or worse. And this time that we have, this could be part of the better part, because we'll be together. And that way, everything, even this, is better. Good even. I wanna stay here, I don't wanna be anywhere you aren't.
I missed you.
P: I missed you.
G: So, now are you gonna let me stay?
P: Of course I'm gonna let you stay. I want you to stay, I always wanted you to stay. What do you think I wanted?
G: Okey, then I'm not going anywhere, I'll stay here.

He's the kind of guy who used to do stupid things just to make me smile. I'm the kind of girl who needs a guy like him every once in a while.

Nothing is perfect... the sooner you accept it, the happier you'll be.

I believe we write our own stories. And each time we think we know the end - we don't. Perhaps luck exists somewhere between the world of planning, the world of chance, and in peace that comes from knowing that you just can't know it all. You know, life's funny that way. Once you let go of the wheel, you might end up right where you belong.