Chris Fabry

Life is about making good choices, Matt. One after the other. They pile up day after day. It's only when you look back that you can see what the choices led to. What you're able to stand on.

Because I don't think God trusts just anybody with so much heartache. The world has not yet seen what God can do with a man who gives both halves of a broken heart to him. And I don't doubt that a man like that can change the world...or at least a little part of it.

The woman of my dreams. The woman of my nightmares. Everything good and bad about my life. The __ do_ that __ didn__.

You'll never experience the joy and tenderness of a lifelong love unless you fight for it.

You may forsake a person, a family, some location of the heart, but scars and memories cannot be discarded like used clothing.

A black pit bull barreled against the fence, jaws dripping with saliva, viciously barking like Old Yeller after the hydrophobia kicked in.

Old age teaches you in a very unkind way that things won__ necessarily get better. Not in this life. In fact, you can pretty much count on things degenerating. Being content is not a lack of ambition. It__ being able to rest and relax and know that your worth doesn__ come from what others think of you or even what you think of you.

I want that person you knew to return. But the truth is, this may be the best we achieve. Today, having her here and comfortable and not agitated_that may be as good as we get. Are you okay with that?

The cakes and pies and casseroles beckoned like gastronomic sirens, and there was no one to lash me to the mast.