I...have a woman in my arms who has suffered greatly and desperately needs to believe once again that she is beautiful.
Looking into another person's eyes for an extended period of time proved to be a powerful thing. And if you don't believe me, try it yourself.
I want to believe that happiness might at least be possible later on in life for people prone to sadness.
Your mother is risking a lot, because she believes in you.
I don't want to stay in the bad place, where no one believes in silver linings or love or happy endings.
I believe in happy endings," I tell him, "And it feels like this movie has gone on for the right amount of time.
You're different. And I'm different too. Different is good. But different is hard. Believe me, I know.