Margaret Mitchell

She was darkness and he was darkness and there had never been anything before this time, only darkness and his lips upon her. She tried to speak and his mouth was over hers again. Suddenly she had a wild thrill such as she had never known; joy, fear, madness, excitement, surrender to arms that were too strong, lips too bruising, fate that moved too fast.

Scarlett O'Hara was not beautiful, but men seldom realized it when caught by her charm as the Tarleton twins were.

I'm tired of saying, "How wonderful you are!" to fool men who haven't got one-half the sense I've got, and I'm tired of pretending I don't know anything, so men can tell me things and feel important while they're doing it.

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.

Until you have lost your reputation, you never realize what a burden it was or what freedom really is.

I'll think of it tomorrow, at Tara. I can stand it then. Tomorrow, I'll think of some way to get him back. After all, tomorrow is another day.

Brilliance is one part talent, two parts wisdom and three parts passion.

With enough courage, you can do without a reputation.

Somewhere, on the long road that wound through those four years, the girl with her sachet & dancing slippers had slipped away & there was left a woman with sharp green eyes, who counted pennies & turned her hands to many menial tasks, a woman to whom nothing was left from the wreckage except the indestructible red earth on which she stood.

[T]he merciful adjustment which nature makes when what cannot be cured must be endured.

She is the only dream I ever had that lived and breathed and did not die in the face of reality." (Ashley said about Melanie)

But the small cloud which appeared in the northwest four months ago had blown up into a mighty storm and then into a screaming tornado,sweeping away her world, whirling her out of her sheltered life,and dropping her down in the midst of this still,haunted desolation.

If he's forgotten me, I'll make him remember me. I'll make him want me again.

Land is the only thing in the world that amounts to anything.

She hasn't your strength. She's never had any strength. She's never had anything but heart.

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.

Somehow the bright beauty had gone from April afternoon and from her heart as well and the sad sweetness of remembering was as bitter as gall.

She couldn't survey the wreck of the world with an air of casual unconcern.

I only know that I love you. That's your misfortune.

So it was true! A pain slashed at her heart as savagely as a wild animal's fangs.

I've always had a weakness for lost causes once they're really lost.