Oh, why was he so handsomely blond, so courteously aloof, so maddeningly boring with his talk about Europe and books and music and poetry and things that interested her not at all - and yet so desirable? — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
I won't think of it now. I can't stand it now. I'll think of it later. — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
“I don't want any money for it," he said. "It's a gift." Scarlett's mouth dropped open. The line was so closely, so carefully drawn where gifts from men were concerned. "Candy and flowers, dear," Ellen had said time and again, "and perhaps a book of poetry or an album or a small bottle of Florida water are the only things… — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share
Until you lose your reputation, you never realize what a burden it was or what freedom really is. — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
And apologies, once postponed, become harder and harder to make, and finally impossible. — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
“There was a glow of grim pride in her usually gentle face, approbation and a fierce joy in her smile that equaled the fiery… — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
Her lips on his could tell him better than all her stumbling words. — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
The way to get a man interested and to hold his interest was to talk about himself, and then gradually lead the conversation around… — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
She was as forthright and simple as the winds that blew over Tara and the yellow river that wound around it. — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
“The very mystery of him excited her curiosity like a door that had neither lock nor key.” — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
“He had never once crossed the borders of friendliness with her and, when she thought of this, fresh anger rose, the anger of hurt… — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
People must do what they must do. We all don't think alike or act alike and it's wrong to-to judge others by ourselves. — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
