“He’s giving it all back. I hate how much this hurts me, how much I’m clearly still hanging on to what we had.”

“I’m different. I don’t know what happened to me in Vegas. That wasn’t me. I was thinking about everything we could buy with that money, and that was all I was thinking about. I didn’t see how much it hurt you for me to want to take you back there, but deep down, I think I knew. I deserved for you to leave me. I deserved all the sleep I lost and the pain I’ve felt. I needed all that to realize how much I need you, and what I’m willing to do to keep you in my life.”

“I hate hiding how much the stupid things he did hurt me, but I hated the idea of him finding out even more.”

“It is not how much we do, but how much love we put in the doing. It is not how much we give, but how much love is put in the giving.”

“The compass of compassion asks not what is good for me? but what is good? Not what is best for me but what is best. Not what is right for me but what is right. Not how much can we take? but How much ought we leave? and how much might we give? Not what is easy but what is worthy. Not what is practical but what is moral.”

“It's not how much we give but how much love we put into giving.”