Oh, I’ve got two for this one! (I actually wanted to use a speech from my book about anarchy, but it didn’t fit very well. Pooh. XD)
"You know," she says, "one day we’re going to look back and go ‘Remember when we thought we belonged together?’ And we’re going to laugh at who we were, thinking we could just throw ourselves into love and expect it work."
The tuxedo fits him like an iron maiden—he’s practically screaming to get out. But he would wear it for the rest of his life, if it meant they could always be as happy as they are today.