She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad. No, she wasn’t beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul. She is beautiful.
Love is messy. It means arguing and making up and laughing and crying and struggling and sometimes it doesn’t seem worth it. But it is. And at the end when you’re in love, no matter what happens, you forgive each other.
Well,it seems to me that the best relationships - the ones that last - are frequently the ones that are rooted in friendship. You know, one day you look at the person and you see something more than you did the night before. Like a switch has been flicked somewhere. And the person who was just a friend is… suddenly the only person you can ever imagine yourself with.(insp)
Angela: Hey, Brennan. I’d like to ask you a favor. Well, it’s not so much ask a favor as, as extend an honor. I mean, I hope you see it as an honor and don’t think of it as some onerous duty, which I don’d think you will, but then again I’ve never done this before… Brennan: Angela…just ask. Angela: Will you be my maid of honor? At the wedding? *Brennan hugs Angela* Angela: Is that yes? Brennan: I am… completely, totally honored. Angela: Really? I thought I’d have to tell you what the maid of honor… Brennan: I don’t even care how awful the bridesmaid dresses are. I’m… I’m so glad you asked me.