They knew that love snatched in the face of danger and death was doubly sweet for the strange excitement that went with… — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
She is the only dream I ever had that lived and breathed and did not die in the face of reality." (Ashley… — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
A new baby! Why, Scarlett, this is a surprise!” he laughed, leaning down to push the blanket away from Ella Lorena's small… — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
I wonder if anyone but me realizes what goes on in that head back of your deceptively sweet face. — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
Child, it's a very bad thing for a woman to face the worst that can happen to her, because after she's faced… — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
The green eyes in the carefully sweet face were turbulent, willful, lusty with life, distinctly at variance with her decorous demeanor. Her… — 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… — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
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
