It Was Better To Know The Worst

Somehow The Bright Beauty Had Gone From April Afternoon And From Her Heart As Well And The Sad Sweetness Of Remembering Was As Bitter As Gall.

What’s Broken Is Broken—and I’d Rather Remember It As It Was At Its Best Than Mend It And See The Broken Places As Long As I Live…i’m Too Old To Believe In Such Sentimentalities As Clean Slates And Starting All Over.

Dear Scarlett! You Aren't Helpless. Anyone As Selfish And Determined As You Are Is Never Helpless. God Help The Yankees If They Should Get You." -rhett Butler

It Had Been So Long Since She Had Seen Him And She Had Lived On Memories Until They Were Worn Thin.

In A Weak Moment, I Have Written A Book.