She knew what she wanted and went after it by the shortest route...
Love isn’t enough to make a successful marriage when two people are as different as we are. You would want all of a man, Scarlett, his body, his heart, his soul, his thoughts. And if you did not have...
Land is the only thing in the world that amounts to anything.
It was not the lifting up of her heart to God that brought this balm, for religion went no more than lip deep with her. It was the sight of her mother’s serene face upturned to the throne of God and H...
God help the man who ever really loves you.
But, Ashley, what are you afraid of?''Oh, nameless things. Things which sound very silly when they areput into words. Mostly of having life suddenly become too real, ofbeing brought into personal, too...
There ain't nothing from the outside can lick any of us.
I do not write with ease, nor am I ever pleased with anything I write. And so I rewrite.
The world can forgive practically anything except people who mind their own business.
ذات يوم سوف أفعل وأقول كل ما أريد فعله وقوله، وإذا لم يستحسن الناس ذلك فإنى لن أبالى.
Она могла довести своими выходками до бешенства, но в этом и была её своеобразная прелесть.
Каквото е счупено – счупено е. И аз предпочитам да запазя спомена за някогашната му красота, вместо цял живот да се примирявам с пукнатини.
The way small Mrs. Tarleton bullied her grown sons and laid her riding crop on their backs if the occasion seemed to warrant it.
Stick-in-themuddish
Necessary, she would take them. Today was the day! There was no one to tell Scarlett that her own personality, frighteningly vital though it was, was more attractive than any masquerade she might adop...
You're Ma's own blood son, but did she take on that time Tony Fontaine shot you in the leg? No, she just sent for old Doc Fontaine to dress it and asked the doctor what ailed Tony's aim. Said she gues...
You are a child if you thought I didn’t know, for all your smothering yourself under that hot lap robe. Of course, I knew. Why else do you think I’ve been—He stopped suddenly and a silence fell betwee...
Until the war, life was never more real to me than a shadow show on a curtain. And I preferred it so. I do not like the outlines of things to be too sharp. I like them gently blurred, a little hazy.
These three ladies disliked and distrusted one another as heartily as the First Triumvirate of Rome, and their close alliance was probably for the same reason.
Then why is your mouth all pursed up in that ridiculous way?