Roses

I'm learning not to hope for what I can't control...

A small part of the South not yet gone with the wind.

How many more burdens do you think you can bear alone? How many more years can I go on alone, without you? Our days are filled from dawn to dusk, honey, but our lives are empty.

The pathway to hell was paved with good intentions, but what about the wrongs committed for the right reasons? Were they included as well? Life had taught him that anything that starts wrong, ends wrong. In this case, he supposed that only time and its unpredictable mercies would tell. - Percy

It was more as if they recognize they were two halves of a whole who'd found their missing. Matt and Rachel

He ragarded her in surprise. This was a different tune from the one he'd expected to hear, certainly a change from the verse she'd sung when he was a boy. Commitment to ones' name, to one's heritage, to that which the sacrifices of others had made possible -- that was the song he used to hear from Aunt Mary. "Yes, I do," she said, "If I've learned anything by now, it's that some things are too priceless to sacrifice for a name." - Mary and William

Memory could be a terrible thing .. an instrument of torture that persists in its work long after a man has suffered his time upon the rack.

silence. Finally, he said, “So you and