I'm looking at you. Why are you always trying to hide how pretty you are?
Tucker: “Today we ran into a mama grizzly with two cubs at the ridge off Colter Bay and Clara sang to it to make it go away.” Mrs. Avery: You sang to it? Tucker: Her singing is that bad.
Our purpose on this earth is not one single event, an accomplishment we can check off a list. There is no test. No passing or failing. There's only us, each moment shaping who we are, into what we will become.
This is the part where I kiss you.
Tucker: I’m glad it happened. because then I got to know who you really are. Clara: Oh yeah? Who am I? Tucker: A really, really spiritual, spoiled California chick. Avery: Shut up. Tucker: It’s cool though. My girlfriend is an angel.
Clara: My heart doesn’t belong to me anymore. It belongs to Tucker.
I won’t be that girl who lets the guy treat her like crap and still fawns all over him.
In fact, I’ve essentially given up on the idea of flight altogether and accepted that I’m going to be an angel-blood who stays earthbound, a flightless bird, like an ostrich. Maybe, or in this weather, a penguin.
I’m in love with Tucker Avery.
Dude. Hot Bozo. Best nickname ever.
This is isn’t going to become one of those creepy situations where you show up at all hours of the night to watch me sleep, is it?” he asks playfully.
Oh, come on. You eye-hump him all through British History.
We think of happiness as something we can take. But usually it comes from being content with what we have, and accepting ourselves.
Tucker strokes my hair. There’s something so tender about the gesture. It might as well have been him whispering I love you.
I think the birds in the area are dying laughing watching me try not to crash.
Christian is staring at us. He’s an only child and could never understand the delicate joys of sibling abuse.
You are going to love the sports here. Snow skiing and water-skiing and rock climbing and all kinds of extreme sports. I give you full permission to hurl yourself off stuff.
I should have fought for you, Clara, even if I would have had to fight you to fight for you. I should have never let you go.
I wanted to tell you that wherever I am, whatever happens, I’ll always think of you, and the time we spent together, as my happiest time. I’d do it all over again, if I had the choice. No regrets.
Clara’s mother: Yes, and what could possible be more important to your life right now than Christian? Clara: I’m going out with Tucker.