Quotes from Margaret Mitchell

I won't think of it now. I can't stand it if I do. I'll think of it tomorrow at Tara. Tomorrow's another day.

This, said a voice from the depths of the sofa, is too much.

without a touch of hazel, starred with bristly black lashes and slightly tilted at the ends.

They both see the truth of this war, but Ashley is willing to die about it and Rhett isn't. I think that shows Rhett's good sense. She paused a moment, horror struck that she could have such a thought about Ashley. They both see the same unpleasant truth, but Rhett likes to look it in the face and enrage people by talking about it-and Ashley can hardly bear to face it.

they are fighting for a Cause that was lost the minute the first shot was fired, for our Cause is really our own way of living and that is gone already.

Tesoro, il mondo perdona, in fin dei conti, tutto, meno il fatto che la gente si occupi dei fatti propri.

I'm sure your children won't approve of you, Scarlett, any more than Mrs. Merriwether and Mrs. Elsing and their broods approve of you now. Your children will probably be soft, prissy creatures, as the children of hard-bitten characters usually are. And to make them worse, you, like every other mother, are probably determined that they shall never know the hardships you've known. And that's all wrong. Hardships make or break people. So you'll have to wait for approval from your grandchildren.

Would it please you if I said your eyes were twin gold-fish bowls filled to the brim with the clearest green water and that when the fish swim to the top, as they are doing now, you are devilishly charming?

Through the window, in the faint light of the rising moon, Tara stretched before her, negroes gone, acres desolate, barns ruined, like a body bleeding under her eyes, like her own body, slowly bleeding. This was the end of the road, quivering old age, sickness, hungry mouths, helpless hands plucking at her skirts. And at the end of this road, there was nothing—nothing but Scarlett O'Hara Hamilton, nineteen years old, a widow with a little child.

As to why I have made no further advances,' he pursued blandly, as though she had not signified that the conversation was at an end, 'I am waiting for you to grow up a little more. You see, it wouldn't be much fun for me to kiss you now and I'm quite selfish about my pleasures. I never fancied kissing children.

After all, to-morrow is another day.

She was seeing things with new eyes for, somewhere along the long road to Tara, she had left her girlhood behind her. She was no longer plastic clay, yielding imprint to each new experience. The clay had hardened, some time in this indeterminate day which had lasted a thousand years. Tonight was the last time she would ever be ministered to as a child. She was a woman now and youth was gone.

Georgia, a lack of the niceties of classical education carried no shame, provided a man was smart in the things that mattered. And raising good cotton, riding well, shooting straight, dancing lightly, squiring the ladies with elegance and carrying one's liquor like a gentleman were the things that mattered.

She was permitting herself the luxury she had often dreamed-of doing exactly what she pleased and telling people who didn't like it to go to hell. To her had come that pleasant intoxication peculiar to those whose lives are a deliberate slap in the fact of organized society-the gambler, the confidence man, the polite adventuress, all those who succeed by their wits.

Rossella, non ho mai avuto la pazienza di raccogliere i frammenti di un oggetto rotto per incollarli insieme e dire a me stesso che l'oggetto riappiccicato vale quanto quello nuovo. Quello che è rotto è rotto... e preferisco ricordarmelo quando era in buono stato piuttosto che aggiustarlo e e vedere le tracce della rottura finchè vivo.

Marriage was bad enough, but to be widowed-oh, then life was over forever!

Sir," she said, "you are no gentleman!" "An apt observation," he answered airily. "And, you, Miss, are no lady.

She was constitutionally unable to endure any man being in love with any woman not herself, and the sight of India Wilkes and Stuart at the speaking had been too much for her predatory nature.

Scarlett knew the effort this involved both mentally and physically, for Melanie suffered torments of shyness in the presence of anything male.

to survive a family must present an unbroken front to the world.

Arrogance and callousness for the conquerors, bitter endurance and hatred for the conquered.

You want me to say it? All right, I'll say it. I love you." He

Then above the confused sounds Stuart Tarleton's voice rose, in an exultant shout, 'Yee-aay-ee!' as if he were on the hunting field. And she heard for the first time, without knowing it, the Rebel yell.

Malign fate had broken their necks, perhaps, but never their hearts. They had not whined, they had fought. And when they died, they died spent but unquenched.