You're the woman in my life,” he said. “Another thing about me and my brothers? We look after the women in our lives. We don't know any other way.

Grab it while you can because tomorrow could suck you dry.

Potholes and bumps? Welcome to the world. Every road gas them. They're there to be navigated, avoided, driven over, or through to the other side. Don't keep driving into the pothole.

Eve, we're going to be married in a few days." The jittering started again, big time. "Yeah." "If he keeps looking at you like that, I'm going to have to hurt him.

Life's tough," Mia said with a shrug. "You play the cards you're dealt or you fold.

Phillip look into Ray's eyes. He saw compassion and hope. And he saw himself mirrored back, bleeding in a dirty gutter on a street where life was worth less than a dime bag. Sick, tired, petrified, Phillip dropped his head into his hands. "What's the point?" "You're the point, son." Ray ran his hand over Phillip's hair. "You're the point.

We're all victims of what life deals out. It's how we handle it that's important.