Explore Quotes by Margaret Mitchell

If I said I was madly in love with you, I'd be lying and what's more, you'd know it.

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.

His voice stopped and they looked for a long quiet moment into each other's eyes and between them lay the sunny lost youth that they had so unthinkingly shared.

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

Ser eyes met his, hers naked with pleading, his remote as mountain lakes under gray skies. She saw in them defeat of her wild dream, her mad desires.

Longing hearts could only stand so much longing.

They knew that love snatched in the face of danger and death was doubly sweet for the strange excitement that went with it.

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.

She was as forthright and simple as the winds that blew over Tara and the yellow river that wound around it.

You're so brutal to those who love you, Scarlett. You take their love and hold it over their heads like a whip.

In the end what will happen will be what has happened whenever a civilization breaks up. The people who have brains and courage come through and the ones who haven't are winnowed out.

That's what's wrong with you. All your beaux have respected you too much, though God knows why, or they have been too afraid of you to really do right by you. The result is that you are unendurably uppity. You should be kissed and by someone who knows how.

You have eternity in which to explain and only one night to be a martyr in the amphitheater Get out, darling, and let me see the lions eat you.

Fo' Gawd, Miss Scarlett! We's got ter have a doctah. Ah- Ah- Miss Scarlett, Ah doan know nuthin' 'bout bringin' babies. -Prissy

Sometimes Frank sighed, thinking he had caught a tropic bird, all flame and jewel color, when a wren would have served him just as well. In fact, much better.

Now she had a fumbling knowledge that, had she ever understood Ashley, she would never have loved him; had she ever understood Rhett, she would never have lost him.

How closely women clutch the very chains that bind them!

Until you've lost your reputation, you never realize what a burden it was.

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

The usual masculine dissillusionment is discovering that a woman has a brain