I can forgive.

Tiffany: Hey!

Pat: What the fuck? I'm married!

Tiffany: So am I!

Pat: What the fuck are you doing? Your husband's dead!

Tiffany: Where's your wife?

Pat: You're crazy!

Tiffany: I'm not the one who just got out of that hospital in Baltimore.

Pat: And I'm not the big slut!... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry.

Tiffany: I was a big slut, but I'm not any more. There's always going to be a part of me that's sloppy and dirty, but I like that. With all the other parts of myself. I can forgive. Can you say the same about yourself fucker? Can you forgive? Are you any good at that?

Silver Linings Playbook (2012) by David O. Russell

The world will break your heart ten ways to Sunday.

The world will break your heart ten ways to Sunday. That's guaranteed. I can't begin to explain that. Or the craziness inside myself and everyone else. But guess what? Sunday's my favorite day again. I think of what everyone did for me, and I feel like a very lucky guy.

Silver Linings Playbook (2012) by David O. Russell

The gory bits of me.

I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it,
but I didn't, not really.

Only the smudgeness of it; the pink-slippered,
all-containered, semi-precious eagerness of it.

I didn't realize it would sometimes be more than whole,
that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea.

Because it's the halves that halve you in half.
I didn't know, don't know, about the in-between bits;
the gory bits of you, and the gory bits of me.

Like Crazy (2011) by Drake  Doremus.