Clare at Eight: Are you married?
Henry DeTamble: Yes, I am.
Clare at Eight: Is your wife a time traveler?
Henry DeTamble: No. No, thank God.
Clare at Eight: Do you love her?
Henry DeTamble: Yes. Very much. What's wrong?
Clare at Eight: Nothing. I was just hoping you're married to me.
Trust God, he knows your future. He may not reveal it to you but he will walk with you as the future unfolds. Don't trust the stars, trust the one who made them. Good Day!
If someone never realize the smile we're faking and the real pain we're feeling, they're probably not the right one.
