I Can't Go All My Life Waiting

It Had Been So Long Since She Had Seen Him And She Had Lived On Memories Until They Were Worn Thin.

After All, Tomorrow Is Another Day.

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.

[t]he Merciful Adjustment Which Nature Makes When What Cannot Be Cured Must Be Endured.

What Will The South Be Like Without All Our Fine Boys? What Would The South Have Been If They Had Lived?