God help the man who ever really loves you.
In a weak moment, I have written a book.
Southerners can never resist a losing cause.
Take my handkerchief, Scarlett. Never, at any crisis of your life, have I known you to have a handkerchief.
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.
I want peace. I want to see if somewhere there isn't something left in life of charm and grace.