The very mystery of him excited her curiosity like a door that had neither lock nor key.
Sometimes she thought that all the people she had ever known were strangers except Rhett. Can’t
So you could not love me? That is as I hoped. For while I like you immensely, I do not love you and it would be tragic indeed for you to suffer twice from unrequited love, wouldn't it, dear?
She was constitutionally unable to endure any man being in love with any woman not herself, and the sight of India Wilkes and Stuart at the speaking had been too much for her predatory nature.
She only did—did what she felt she had to do. And our men did what they felt they had to do. People must do what they must do. We don’t all think alike or act alike and it’s wrong to—to judge others b...
She hasn't your strength. She's never had any strength. She's never had anything but heart.
Peace had failed her and Ashley had failed her, both in the same day, and it was as if the last crevice in the shell had been sealed, the final layer hardened. She had
If only he hadn’t gone out with the Klan!
I'd cut up my heart for you to wear if you wanted it.
I do not like the outlines of things to be too sharp. I like them gently blurred, a little hazy.
Hän näki kaiken edessään uusin silmin. Hän oli jättänyt tyttövuotensa taakseen jonnekin sen pitkän matkan varteen, jonka hän oli taivaltanut Taraan. Hän ei ollut enää taipuisaa savea, johon jokainen u...
Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn! (Rhett Butler)
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...
Beloved, she whispered, I am coming home to you.
Arrogance and callousness for the conquerors, bitter endurance and hatred for the conquered.
War was not glory but dirt and misery.
I do not write with ease, nor am I ever pleased with anything I write. And so I rewrite.
What most people don't seem to realize is that there is just as much money to be made out of the wreckage of a civilization as from the upbuilding of one.
تكسو وجهه تعاسة صامته، تعاسة إنسان سيق لمواجهة الحقائق، عندما تكون الحقائق كسكرات الموت.
You're like the thief who isn't the least bit sorry he stole, but is terribly, terribly sorry he's going to jail. - Rhett Butler