I won't think of it now. I can't stand it now. I'll think of it later. — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
Her lips on his could tell him better than all her stumbling words. — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
“Did it ever occur to you that I loved you as much as a man can love a woman? Loved you for… — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
“The O’Haras were a clannish tribe, clinging to one another in prosperity as well as in adversity, not for any overweening family… — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
“Melly is the only woman friend I ever had,” she thought forlornly, “the only woman except Mother who really loved me. She’s… — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
You're so brutal to those who love you, Scarlett. You take their love and hold it over their heads like a whip. — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
Scarlett, always save something to fear—even as you save something to love. — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
“Talking to Rhett was comparable only to one thing, the feeling of ease and comfort afforded by a pair of old slippers… — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
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
No, my dear, I'm not in love with you, no more than you are with me, and if I were, you would… — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
“always save something to fear, even as you save something to love.” — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
It doesn’t matter who you marry, as long as he thinks like you and is a gentleman and a Southerner and prideful.… — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
“She was constitutionally unable to endure any man being in love with any woman not herself,” — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
“You want me to say it? All right, I’ll say it. I love you.” He” — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
“I love you, your courage and your stubbornness and your fire and your utter ruthlessness. How much do I love you? So… — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
“He never really existed at all, except in my imagination, she thought wearily. I loved something that I made up...I made a… — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
I loved something I made up, something that's just as dead as Melly is. I made a pretty suit of clothes and… — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
Vanity was stronger than love at sixteen and there was no room in her hot heart now for anything but hate. — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
“But, Scarlett, did it ever occur to you that even the most deathless love could wear out?” — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
“I love you...I've always loved you. I've never loved anybody else. I just married Charlie to - to try to hurt you.… — 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
