Scarlett, Always Save Something To Fear—even As

They Were Always Like Two People Talking To Each Other In Different Languages. But She Loved Him So Much, When He Withdrew As He Had Now Done, It Was Like The Warm Sun Going Down And Leaving Her In Chilly Twilight Dews.

It's Not Because I've -what Is The Phrase? -'swept You Off Your Feet' By My -er- Ardor?

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.

I Want Peace. I Want To See If Somewhere There Isn't Something Left In Life Of Charm And Grace.

I Wonder If Anyone But Me Realizes What Goes On In That Head Back Of Your Deceptively Sweet Face.