“…The one thing you've got to remember is to see the big picture. When things get tough, remind yourself why you fell in love with her in the first place. She's a special woman, and you were lucky to find her, just as she was lucky to find you. She's got a heart of gold, and you can't fake something like that.”

— Nicholas Sparks

Jeremy's father, Chapter 11, p. 147
2000s, At First Sight (2005)

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