“I know you love me. The question is, how much?”
“Was it too much to ask you to wait for me? To believe in me? Don't you know how much I love you?”
“Tell me how much you know of the sufferings of your fellow man and I will tell you how much you have loved them.”
“I do feel it, Ryan. I know how much you love me. I don't deserve you.”
“How much do you love me?"She drew in a breath and let it out. "Too much.""Too much is just enough for this man.""And do you love me?" she whispered."I have always loved you. Always. You know that.”
“If I searched a hundred years, I couldn’t find the words to tell you how you make me feel…or how much I love you. Do you know that?”