Hunger gnawed at her empty stomach again and she said aloud: 'As God is my witness, and God is my witness, the… — 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
The South produced statesmen and soldiers, planters and doctors, lawyers and poets, but certainly not engineers or mechanics. Let the Yankees adopt… — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
Dear Scarlett! You aren't helpless. Anyone as selfish and determined as you are is never helpless. God help the Yankees if they… — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
The south produced statesmen and soldiers, planters and doctors and lawyers and poets, but certainly no engineers and mechanics. Let Yankees adopt… — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
[Yankees] are pretty much like southerners except with worse manners, of course, and terrible accents. — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
Scarlett's mind went back through the years to the still hot noon at Tara when grey smoke curled above a blue-clad body… — 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