As God is my witness, I'll never be hungry again.
As God is my witness, I'll never be hungry again.
I wonder if anyone but me realizes what goes on in that head back of your deceptively sweet face.
Madam, you flatter yourself. I do not want to marry you or anyone else. I am not a marrying man. - Rhett Butler
She saw in his eyes defeat of her wild dreams, her mad desires.
Yankees in Georgia! How did they ever get in?
Babies, babies, babies. Why did God make so many babies? But no, God didn't make them. Stupid people made them.
I won't need you to rescue meM. I can take care of myself, thank you. - Scarlett O'Hara.
Melly couldn't say boo to a goose.
She was as forthright and simple as the winds that blew over Tara and the yellow river that wound around it.
Yes, as Rhett had prophesied, marriage could be a lot of fun. Not only was it fun but she was learning many things. That was odd in itself, because Scarlett had thought life could teach her no more. Now she felt like a child, every day on the brink of a new discovery.
Burdens are for shoulders strong enough to carry them.
I won't think of it now. I can't stand it now. I'll think of it later.
Men and women, they were beautiful and wild, all a little violent under their pleasant ways and only a little tamed.
Somehow the bright beauty had gone from April afternoon and from her heart as well and the sad sweetness of remembering was as bitter as gall.
You have eternity in which to explain and only one night to be a martyr in the amphitheater Get out, darling, and let me see the lions eat you.
Crackers are short on sparkle.
I'd cut up my heart for you to wear if you wanted it.
No, I don't think I will kiss you, although you need kissing, badly. That's what's wrong with you. You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.
Supposed I don't want to redeem myself? Why should I fight to uphold the system that cast me out? I shall take pleasure in seeing it smashed.
You should be kissed and by someone who knows how.
Forgive me for startling you with the impetuosity of my sentiments, my dear Scarlett-I mean, my dear Mrs. Kennedy. It cannot have escaped your notice that for some time past the friendship I have had in my heart for you has ripened into a deeper feeling, a feeling more beautiful, more pure, more sacred. Dare I name it you? Ah! It is love which makes me so bold!
If he's forgotten me, I'll make him remember me. I'll make him want me again.
No, my dear, I'm not in love with you, no more than you are with me, and if I were, you would be the last person I'd ever tell. God help the man who ever really loves you. You'd break his heart, my darling, cruel, destructive little cat who is so careless and confident she doesn't even trouble to sheathe her claws
That's what's wrong with you. You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how."-Rhett Butler"
You're Ma's own blood son, but did she take on that time Tony Fontaine shot you in the leg? No, she just sent for old Doc Fontaine to dress it and asked the doctor what ailed Tony's aim. Said she guessed the licker was spoiling his marksmanship.
Frankly My Dear, I Don't Give a Damn-Rhett Butler
If I said I was madly in love with you you'd know I was lying.
Now she had a fumbling knowledge that, had she ever understood Ashley, she would never have loved him; had she ever understood Rhett, she would never have lost him.
The liar was the hottest to defend his veracity, the coward his courage, the ill-bred his gentlemanliness, and the cad his honor
You're so brutal to those who love you, Scarlett. You take their love and hold it over their heads like a whip.
God help the man who ever really loves you.
I'll think of it tomorrow, at Tara. I can stand it then. Tomorrow, I'll think of some way to get him back. After all, tomorrow is another day.
Now you are beginning to think for yourself instead of letting others think for you. That's the beginning of wisdom.
There'll always be wars because men love wars. Women don't, but men do..
Hardships make or break people.
I'm riding you with a slack rein, my pet, but don't forget that I'm riding with curb and spurs just the same.
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?
These three ladies disliked and distrusted one another as heartily as the First Triumvirate of Rome, and their close alliance was probably for the same reason.
He made her play and she had almost forgotten how. Life had been so serious and so bitter. He knew how to play and swept her along with him.
I'm tempting you with fine gifts until your girlish ideals are quite worn away and you are at my mercy.
Once, when she was six years old, she had fallen from a tree, flat on her stomach. She could still recall that sickening interval before breath came back into her body. Now, as she looked at him, she felt the same way she had felt then, breathless, stunned, nauseated.
They are kind of queer about music and books and scenery. Mother says it's because their grandfather came from Virginia. She says Virginians set quite a store by such things.
Her burdens were her own and burdens were for shoulders strong enough to bear them.
In the end what will happen will be what has happened whenever a civilization breaks up. The people who have brains and courage come through and the ones who haven't are winnowed out.
Out of the welter of rapture and anger and heartbreak and hurt pride that he had left, depression emerged to sit upon her shoulder like a carrion crow.
They knew that love snatched in the face of danger and death was doubly sweet for the strange excitement that went with it.
How closely women clutch the very chains that bind them!
It had been so long since she had seen him and she had lived on memories until they were worn thin.
Perhaps - I want the old days back again and they'll never come back, and I am haunted by the memory of them and of the world falling about my ears.
They were always like two people talking to each other in different languages. But she loved him so much, when he withdrew as he had now done, it was like the warm sun going down and leaving her in chilly twilight dews.
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