Life's under no obligation to give us what we expect. We take what we get and are thankful it's no worse than it is.
Influence is everything, and guilt or innocence merely an academic question
I'm tired of everlastingly being unnatural and never doing anything I want to do. I'm tired of acting like I don't eat more than a bird, and walking when I want to run and saying I feel faint after a...
He would never be any different and now Scarlett realize the truth and accepted it without emotion—that until he died Gerald would always be waiting for Ellen, always listening for her. Her was in som...
He made her play and she had almost forgotten how. Life had been so serious and so bitter. He knew how to play and swept her along with him.
He looked on people, and he neither liked nor disliked them. He looked on life and was neither heartened nor saddened.
Gerald’s sharp blue eyes noticed how efficiently his neighbors’ houses were run and with what ease the smooth-haired wives in rustling skirts managed their servants. He had no knowledge of the dawn-ti...
Don’t holler—smile and bide your time.’ We’ve survived a passel of things that way, smiling and biding our time, and we’ve gotten to be experts at surviving. We had to be.
Do I understand, sir, that you mean the Cause for which our heroes have died is not sacred?'If you were run over by a railroad train your death wouldn’t sanctify the railroad company, would it?' asked...
And don't think you can lay down the load, ever. Because you can't. I know.
All she could think of was that she loved him--everything about him, from the proud lift of his gold head to his slender dark boots, loved his laughter even when it mystified her, loved his bewilderin...
A startling thought this, that a woman could handle businessmatters as well as or better than a man, a revolutionary thought toScarlett who had been reared in the tradition that men wereomniscient and...
This is what happens when you look back to happiness, this pain, this heart-break, this discontent
The gallantry of Scarlett O’Hara going forth to conquer the world in her mother’s velvet curtains and the tail feathers of a rooster.
She could recall nothing about Charles except the dying-calf look on his face when she told him she would marry him.
Rolled
You're so brutal to those who love you, Scarlett. You take their love and hold it over their heads like a whip.
Whut gempmums says an’ what dey thinks is two diffunt things.
They were the eyes of a happy woman, a woman around whom storms might blow without ever ruffling the serene core of her being.
The week passed by swiftly, like a dream....a dream where minutes flew as rapidly as heartbeats. Such a breathless week when something within her drove Scarlett with mingled pain and pleasure to pack...