The coarse impudence of Rhett Butler. But, if he possessed
Then--then you mean I've ruined it all--that you don't love me any more? That's right.
She wanted to cry but the tears would not come. They seemed to flood her chest, and they were hot tears that burned under her bosom, but they would not flow.
Oh, it wasn’t fair that she should have a dead husband and a baby yelling in the next room and be out of everything that was pleasant.
Never pass up new experiences [Scarlett], They enrich the mind. - Rhett Butler
Men should either be clean shaven, mustached or wear full beards. That little wisp looks like it was just the best he could do, she thought,
Melanie is the gentlest of dreams and a part of my dreaming. And if the war had not come I would have lived out my life, happily buried at Twelve Oaks, contentedly watching life go by and never being...
I’ve done murder and so I can surely do this.
It's not because I've -what is the phrase? -'swept you off your feet' by my -er- ardor?
I do not want to marry you or anyone else. I am not a marrying man.
I can't go all my life waiting to catch you between husbands.
Her manners had been imposed upon her by her mother's gentle admonitions and the sterner discipline of her mammy; her eyes were her own.
He could no more resist pricking the conceits, the hypocrisies and the flamboyant patriotism of those about him than a small boy can resist putting a pin into a balloon. He neatly deflated the pompous...
Don't be a goose!
Pride & honor & truth & virtue & kindliness," he enumerated silkily. "You are right, Scarlett. They aren't important when a boat is sinking. But look around you at your friends. Either they are bringi...
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...
There’ll always be wars because men love wars. Women don’t, but men do..
The whole world can't lick us but we can lick ourselves by longing too hard for things we haven't got any more - and by remembering too much.
The green eyes in the carefully sweet face were turbulent, willful, lusty with life, distinctly at variance with her decorous demeanor. Her manners had been imposed upon her ... her eyes were her own.
The best marriages are when the parents choose for the girl. For how can a silly piece like yourself tell a good man from a scoundrel?