I can’t promise you that we won’t argue or fight or disagree like we did last night. I can’t promise you any of these things, but I can promise you, on the record,” he said, with that beautiful Hayden smile, “that I’ll always be here and I’ll never let go. I am not a perfect man, but I’ll always be yours, imperfections and all, if you’ll have me.

Without her fears, she would have nothing to overcome. Without her doubts, she would have nothing to conquer. Without her flaws, she would be fake. Because no one was perfect. Her strengths and weaknesses made her the person she was, and I didn’t want her any other way. She was simply perfect for me.

Because I am yours, and you are mine. And we are not just a finite point on a line; we are limitless.

Liz wasn’t sure why, but as the door slammed behind her, her thoughts strayed to Brady. He would have never belittled her career like that. In fact, he had always been interested in where her life was headed.

Maybe, one day, I would want to go back and finish my PhD, but today, I knew that I had come to the end of the line. One too many panic attacks, my first ever prescription for Xanax, and a dissertation topic that seemed perpetually out of reach had done me in. Screw academia.

I’m just lost, and I want you to find me.

I’m giving you what I can give you, and I’m telling you in advance that you might get hurt. But it’s worth it to take the risk. I can damn well promise you that it’s worth it.

Ambition did as much good as it did damage, delivered dreams as easily as it incinerated them. What was the price of it all?

To have loved and lost is better than to never have loved at all.

I’ll be up-front with you. I might hurt you. You’re going in knowing that. I’m choosing the campaign. I’m choosing Congress, because it’s what I want and what I believe in. Nothing, no one is getting in the way of me and the House of Representatives.