The Irish are the damnedest race. They put so much emphasis on so many wrong things.

Hush," he said. "I am asking you to marry me. Would you be convinced if I knelt down?

It had been so long since she had seen him and she had lived on memories until they were worn thin.

Say you’ll marry me when I come back or, before God, I won’t go. I’ll stay around here and play a guitar under your window every night and sing at the top of my voice and compromise you, so you’ll have to marry me to save your reputation.

Hardships make or break people.

But she knew that no matter what beauty lay behind, it must remain there. No one could go forward with a load of aching memories.

Did you ever hear the Oriental proverb, "The dogs bark but the caravan passes on"? Let them bark, Scarlett. I fear nothing will stop your caravan.