All you have done is to be different from other women and you have made a little success of it. This is… — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
He made her play and she had almost forgotten how. Life had been so serious and so bitter. He knew how to… — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
Yes, I want money more than anything else in the world.” “Then you’ve made the only choice. But there’s a penalty attached,… — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
It was this feminine conspiracy which made Southern society so pleasant. Women knew that a land where men were contented, uncontradicted ans… — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
What most people don't seem to realize is that there is just as much money to be made out of the wreckage… — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
I don't see how it could possibly be made into a movie unless the entire book was scrapped and Shirley Temple cast… — 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
Babies, babies, babies. Why did God make so many babies? But no, God didn't make them. Stupid people made them. — 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
