— I could be fun, if you want. I could be pensive, uhh... smart, supersticious, brave? And I, uhh, I can be light on my feet. I could be whatever you want. You just tell me what you want, and I'm gonna be that for you.
— You're dumb...
— I could be that.

I could die right now, Clem. I'm just... happy. I've never felt that before.

— You still trying to buy your way into heaven?
— What about the minions I've sent back? That alone should guarantee my entry!
— How many times have I told you? That's not the way this works.
— Why, haven't I served him enough? What does he want from me?
— Only the usual. Self-sacrifice, belief.
— Oh, I believe, for chrissake.
— No, no, you know! And there's a difference. You've seen.

True happiness can only be achieved through sacrifice...

I wonder how I could have gone so long without you. Do you feel the same way? That must be what love is, David. Making a sacrifice for another person. Facing eternity with them. I'm so happy to have found you. Stay, we'll be together.

Before one of the buddha's disciples became a monk, he met a beautiful girl and fell in love with her. Buddha asked him "how much do you love her?" And he answered he would turn into a stone bridge and endure 500 years of wind, 500 years of sunlight, and 500 years of rain he only asked that the girl would walk over the bridge.

There's an art to losing yourself.

The cultivation of the vine is an art form. The refinement of its juice is a religion... that requires pain... and desire and sacrifice.

It's not enough to say you love someone. You have to show it. Sometimes, love means sacrifice. You have to show it.