I won't need you to rescue meM. I can take care of myself, thank you. - Scarlett O'Hara.
She was as forthright and simple as the winds that blew over Tara and the yellow river that wound around it.
A pain slashed through her heart as savagely as a wild animal's fangs.
It's a curse - this not wanting to look on naked realities. Until the war, life was never more real to me than a shadow show on a curtain. And I preferred it so. I do not like the outlines of things to be too sharp. I like them gently blurred, a little hazy.
Vanity was stronger than love at sixteen and there was no room in her hot heart now for anything but hate.
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?
I won't think of it now. I can't stand it now. I'll think of it later.
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.
All really nice girls wonder when men don't try to kiss them. They know they shouldn't want them to and they know they must act insulted if they do, but just the same, they wish the men would try.
I've always had a weakness for lost causes once they're really lost.
Voi Scarlett, sinä olet huono valehtelemaan! Niin, elämässä on nyt loistoa - eräänlaista. Siinähän vika juuri onkin. Entisissä ajoissa ei ollut loistoa, mutta niissä oli suloa, kauneutta, hiljaista taikaa.
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.
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.
I'd cut up my heart for you to wear if you wanted it.
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.
And apologies, once postponed, become harder and harder to make, and finally impossible.
Like most girls, her imagination carried her just as far as the altar and no further.
Well, my dear, take heart. Some day, I will kiss you and you will like it. But not now, so I beg you not to be too impatient.
Her burdens were her own and burdens were for shoulders strong enough to bear them.
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.
If he's forgotten me, I'll make him remember me. I'll make him want me again.
That's what's wrong with you. You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how."-Rhett Butler"
And don't think you can lay down the load, ever. Because you can't. I know.
Longing hearts could only stand so much longing.
What is there to see in Europe? I'll bet those foreigners can't show us a thing we haven't got right here in Georgia.
How closely women clutch the very chains that bind them!
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.
If I said I was madly in love with you you'd know I was lying.
The liar was the hottest to defend his veracity, the coward his courage, the ill-bred his gentlemanliness, and the cad his honor
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