Her Lips On His Could

Babies, Babies, Babies. Why Did God Make So Many Babies? But No, God Didn't Make Them. Stupid People Made Them.

I'll Think Of It Tomorrow, At Tara. I Can Stand It Then. Tomorrow, I'll Think Of Some Way To Get Him Back. After All, Tomorrow Is Another Day.

The World Can Forgive Practically Anything Except People Who Mind Their Own Business.

I Was Never One To Patiently Pick Up Broken Fragments And Glue Them Together Again And Tell Myself That The Mended Whole Was As Good As New. What Is 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 Lived.

Scarlett, Always Save Something To Fear—even As You Save Something To Love.